#it is entirely to hot for you to be that close to me

[mattybsgroupie]

— tub ★ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: established relationship; making out; semi-public sex; p in v; creampie; sub!matt

— NOTES: i literally gasped when i saw that pic and i just had to tell @mattscoquette how much i needed hot tub sex with him. well… here it is! i know i have so many requests but i promise i’m gonna write them all! not proofread as usual, i apologize for any mistakes, hope you enjoy it ♡

“finally” matt mumbled under his breath as he watched chris drink his last sip of soda before wrapping himself in a towel and getting inside the house. you chuckled at his comment, dragging your arms across the warm liquid that embraced you and moving towards matt. “why? i thought you were having fun”.

“i will have fun” he said, reaching for your hands and interlocking your fingers in each other’s palms as he pulled you closer, face to face with him. “now that it’s only us” .

“you’re so lucky water distorts the actual form of things” you teased, placing your forearms around his shoulders and comfortably positioning yourself on his lap, feeling matt’s boner against you. “i could tell you were hard 30 minutes ago” you continued, index flickering around matt’s necklace. you went further, bringing the chain in between your teeth before closing your lips around the cold metal, deeply staring inside his blue orbs.

“it’s not my fault” matt whispered, not being able to keep his eyes off of you. “not when you look this good” he allowed his hands to travel across your body, stopping by your hips and forcing them down. you gasped with the sudden contact, matt’s cock seemed to have gotten even harder if that was possible.

the purple, blueish light that shimmered from the corners of the tub along with the warm bubbles turned the moment intimate, and matt couldn’t help it — he pressed his chapped lips on your neck, licking the tiny droplets of water there.

you let out a heavy sigh, letting go of his chain and tilting your head to the side, allowing matt to go further. his stubble tickled against your skin as the kisses got more heated, his teeth gently nibbling on your exposed neck.

lost in matt’s touch, your hips started moving in a pace of their own, slowly grinding your covered pussy against matt’s hardened cock. the pressure caused by the water intensified the proximity of your parts, causing matt to groan in a low tone, trying his best to stay quiet.

“my good boy doesn’t wanna be loud?” you teased and matt threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “mhm” he nodded, “don’t call me that”.

“why? you don’t want chris to know his big brother is all worked up from a little grinding?” matt nods again. your thumb hovered over his lips, brushing above the lower one before pulling it down in a pout. “use your big boy words” you demand as matt sticks his tongue out, licking your digit.

“need you” matt whined, his grip on your waist growing tighter. “need you so bad, please” he repeated, slightly jerking his pelvis upwards, a silent plead for you to notice his aching cock. you leaned in and sealed your lips together, intensifying the kiss as your hands traced their way down his torso, your nails scratching his chest.

matt’s hands went to your ass, harshly grabbing your flesh and lifting you from his lap. you took the opportunity to quickly pull his shorts — just enough to free his dick from the swimwear he was wearing. you could tell matt’s eyes were wandering around the backyard, as if he was checking if you were actually alone. you cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look at you and smiling warmly, letting him know he didn’t have to worry about a thing.

his sneaky fingers reached the straps of your bikini, easily undoing the tie and letting the black fabric hang loose, your bare pussy now only a few inches away from his shaft. matt guided you towards his length, lowering your cunt on his tip. you let out a deep sigh before fully sitting on him, his dick opening you up entirely. “fuck fuck fuck” he whimpered, “s-so tight fuck”.

“be a good boy hm? you want to shut you up?” you said, trying your best to keep your composure. matt’s veins pumped inside you, his tip brushing on your cervix. “nhng— yes… can’t be loud”. you chuckled at his eagerness, pressing your lips against his once more and sliding your tongue in, twirling the wet muscle around his own.

“you’re so big” you said amidst the kiss before pulling away, flickering your gaze from his lips to where your parts met. “look how good you fill me up hm?” matt nodded. it all felt too good. almost too much. he had been staring at you for hours, and his cock was throbbing underneath that bathing suit. the warm water around his body, your hands pressing his biceps, your pussy squeezing him. “you’re right here” you said, gently grabbing his wrist and placing his palm on your tummy.

“please i-i need to—” matt whimpered, his grip on your ass growing tighter as he bucked his hips upwards, mindlessly pounding inside you. you felt your own high approaching, the familiar knot on your lower belly begging to be released. “cum! please!” matt cried out loud. you shushed him, grabbing his jaw and lifting his chin up. moans came from the back of his throat, and you had no other choice but to bring your fingers to his open mouth. matt immediately wrapped his lips around your knuckles, sucking them with all his might.

“good boy” you praised him, receiving a muffled whine from him. “cum for me baby, fill me up” as you gave him permission, matt’s entire body trembled underneath you. his orgasm washed over him and his release threw you over the edge, the warm, thick spurts of cum painting your walls white.

matt panted heavily, tiny droplets of water dripping from his brown strands. none of you wanted to let go or get up, the comfort of being in each other’s embrace being enough to fall asleep right there — and you wouldn’t mind cockwarming him for the rest of the night. unfortunately, you still had to find your bikini panties and he had to make sure his brothers were already asleep. “hey, at least we didn’t make any messes huh?” he joked, giving you one last kiss before getting up and turning the lights from the hot tub off.

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[juniusgirl]

I had this giant golden when i was young that could open the sliding glass door. He'd get up on his hind legs, grab the door handle with his mouth (how...it was one of these:)

And then he'd push off the frame with his front paws. He was a clever dog, but a bit inconsiderate, as he never closed the door after himself. Still, the other dogs at the very least seemed to love it.

He would even try to do it when it was locked, and as anyone who has ever had a sliding glass door probably knows, the locks are pretty shit, and sometimes he could get it open just by trying hard enough. Eventually, of course, it broke entirely, and like in the video, or rather like anyone who has had a sliding glass door more than a year old, we put a piece of wood in the frame to keep it closed.

Of course, the stick method was far more effective, which meant our clever golden couldn't brute force it open if it were "locked" anymore. Which wasn't usually a problem, except for situations like this.

I more than once had been locked out of the house, sometimes on accident. Usually we had a spare key outside but in this particular incident it wasn't available for whatever reason. Naturally i tried to do this very thing with him. Like i said he was a very clever dog. He knew i wanted in! He tried the handle! But it just wouldn't budge.

I was reviewing my options, i couldn't get to a window i knew was unlocked without a ladder and we didn't have one. I had learned to pick one of my locks recently but i didn't have anything i could use for that on me. No one would be home for hours. My closest friends at the time, whose houses i'd just walked home from, lived 3 miles away. Looked like i might be stuck.

Then our other golden came to the door. She was also a smart dog, but more passive--a therapy dog actually--and she had some medical problems that meant standing up on her hind legs was difficult. But you know what she loved more than anything (besides disgustingly dirty scraps of old toys)? Sticks.

So i essentially started doing this, encouraging her to grab the stick, to show me her stick, get me the stick!

There was a lot of barking. A lot of tail-wagging. A lot of me getting more and more frustrated and desperate in the hot summer sun. But in the end....

She never figured it out. Luckily we had a big tree in our front yard so i climbed back over our fence and hung out in the shade until my mom came home. But i recognize sound effort, so we did play tug with a rank piece of what might have been a toy pheasant after dinner. She won.

This dog unlocked the door for his human

[riddlesb1tch]

Claimed by Shadows

Azriel Shadowsinger x reader

summary: Azriel finds out that you are going to be helping your friend Kaelen with a task and he gets a bit...jealous.

warnings: none

"Azriel, wake up!" You shook your boyfriend’s shoulder, trying to rouse him from sleep. You had been at it for the past ten minutes, standing beside his bed, fully dressed and ready for the day, while Azriel hadn't even grazed the hem of consciousness.

Growing impatient, you gave his shoulder a more violent shake, but the stubborn male simply groaned, rolling away from you as if the world beyond his dreams didn’t exist.

You knew he was doing this on purpose. The exaggerated snoring, the way his lips twitched with suppressed amusement—it was all a game to him. Teasing you seemed to be his favorite pastime.

Crossing your arms, you huffed, "Azriel, if you don't wake up, I'm leaving, and you won’t see me the entire weekend!"

That got him moving.

In a blink, Azriel sat up and yanked you down onto the bed, pulling a surprised shriek from your lips. Before you could even register what had happened, you found yourself pinned beneath him, his powerful frame hovering over yours.

"Az!" you gasped, glaring up at him.

He smirked, his golden-brown eyes filled with heat and amusement. His tousled black hair fell over his forehead, his bare chest warm against yours. His lips—plump and pink—parted slightly as he took you in.

"You know," he murmured, voice still husky from sleep, "you look so hot when you're threatening me."

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his words, and you internally cursed yourself for how easily he affected you.

Rolling your eyes, you retorted, "How would you know? Your eyes were closed."

Azriel grinned. "Touché." Then, before you could say another word, he leaned down and caught your lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

His thumb stroked your jaw as his hand came up to cup your face, and when you tangled your fingers in his soft hair, pulling him closer, a low groan escaped his throat—sending a thrill straight through you.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and smiling, Azriel pressed one last kiss to your forehead before collapsing onto his back and pulling you to his chest.

You lay there, fingers tracing lazy patterns over his stomach.

"You wanna go to the café later today?" he asked casually, brushing his fingers through your hair.

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze through your lashes. "You know, your efforts in asking me on a date have dropped significantly since we started dating."

Azriel playfully swatted at your shoulder. "Do you, though?"

You sighed. "I can’t. I promised Kaelen I’d help him go through some old potion books to find a cure for the plague in the Autumn Court."

Azriel’s brows immediately furrowed. "When? You didn’t tell me about this before."

"I just did," you replied with a teasing smile, reaching out to stroke his cheek.

Azriel sat up suddenly, facing you, his expression unreadable. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, then closed again.

"Are you okay?" you teased. "Shall I fetch a fishbowl for you, Mr. Shadowsinger?"

Azriel ignored your quip, his jaw tightening. "Why you?"

"Because he asked for my help," you shrugged. "It’s not a big deal, Azzie."

Azriel’s expression darkened. "He obviously has a crush on you, Y/N!"

You blinked, then laughed outright. "That’s ridiculous!"

Azriel did not look amused.

"Y/N, I’ve seen the way he looks at you," he insisted. "During training, after training, every time you’re in the same room—"

"He’s my friend," you interrupted, shaking your head. "And even if he did have a crush on me, I’m not interested, so you have no reason to be jealous."

Azriel exhaled sharply, but his grip around your waist tightened possessively.

"I’m not jealous," he sputtered, though the glint in his eyes said otherwise. "I just don’t want another male eyeing what mine"

You grinned. "Okay, that was kind of cute."

Azriel smirked, but you could still feel the tension in his body.

"Now," you continued, pressing a kiss to his cheek before slipping out of bed, "I’m heading down to breakfast. See you there in a few?"

"Yeah," Azriel muttered, watching you go, still brooding.

Breakfast had come and gone, and Azriel never showed up.

You now sat in the Townhouse with Mor, half-listening to her chatter while your eyes constantly wandered to the door, waiting for your missing Shadowsinger.

Finally, Cassian walked in.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted.

"Hey," you replied, still watching the door.

Cassian raised a brow. "Looking for someone?"

"Yeah," you sighed. "Did you see Azriel?"

Cassian shook his head, offering an apologetic shrug.

Before you could dwell on it, Kaelen appeared in front of you.

"Hey!" he greeted with a smile. "Still good for the library at one?"

"Yep!" you confirmed.

And then—as if summoned by pure spite—the doors finally opened, and in walked the Shadowsinger.

Your stupidly handsome boyfriend zeroed in on you instantly… and then his gaze darkened when he spotted Kaelen.

Striding over, Azriel dropped into the seat beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, kissing your forehead.

"Hey, princess," he murmured. Then, to Kaelen—dryly—"Hey."

Kaelen nodded stiffly, then quickly took his leave.

You turned to Azriel, crossing your arms. "I waited for you for over an hour! Where were you?"

Azriel smirked and pulled a small bag from behind him. "I went to get you this."

You frowned as he held up a blue hoodie with “AZRIEL’S GIRL” embroidered in gold across the front.

"What is that?" you asked incredulously.

"Your outfit," he declared, "for when you’re with Kaelen. So he knows you’re mine."

You groaned. "Azriel, the whole damn Court already knows we’re together!"

"I’d just like to make it extra clear so he can focus his efforts on someone else," he said smugly.

"You’re impossible," you muttered, but a small laugh escaped you.

Azriel leaned in and whispered, "Besides… you look crazy sexy in blue."

Your cheeks flamed, and you shoved him away.

After much persuasion (and lowkey begging from Azriel), you begrudgingly wore the hoodie over your outfit before meeting Kaelen.

"Cool hoodie," he remarked, smirking.

You mumbled a quiet, "Thanks," before diving into your research.

An hour later, as you were packing up, a male dressed in an orange tunic approached Kaelen.

"Hey, babe," the male said, kissing Kaelen’s lips.

Azriel, standing beside you, visibly paled.

Kaelen was—as you had told him—not even remotely interested in you.

Turning to Azriel with a smug grin, you said, "See, Azzie?"

Azriel cleared his throat. "You didn’t say he was gay."

You smirked. "Regardless… you should listen to your girlfriend."

Azriel just groaned.

[deadpcnned]

you're so vain (jj.m)

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pairing: jj maybank x reader (au)

synopsis: for as long as anyone can remember, jj maybank has been a ladies’ man—willing to charm any girl with a pulse. you, on the other hand, have never been easily won over, shutting down unwanted advances without a second thought in the name of higher pursuits.

so when his friends bet he can’t get with you, he sees it as just another challenge. what he doesn’t know is that you have a bet of your own—act like the worst girlfriend possible, and prove that guys don't just stick around for looks.

at first, it’s just a game. your weird quirks and stubborn attitude are nothing he can’t handle, and his flirtations are nothing more than motivation for you. but with every passing day, it all seems less like a game and more... real. what happens when winning the bet means losing each other?

* this series is inspired by 'how to lose a guy in 10 days' *

content warning(s): au, drugs, alcohol, language

author's note: uh oh, another series... like most girls, i am such a big fan of this movie and i couldn't resist adding my own spin to the plot. this series won't be starting until probably the end of february, but i wanted to go ahead and post it!

“I seriously doubt a guy would stick around if he were fishing out spinach from my mouth every time we kissed,” You mumble, rolling your eyes at Ruthie as you return to tightly winding Sarah’s hair around the curling iron. Your grip tightens around the pink handle, more from exasperation than focus. Topper seriously needs to reconsider his recent taste in women.

Ruthie pushes herself up from the bed and saunters over to the two of you, a spark of mischief shining in her eyes that catches your attention in the mirror. Without warning, she scoops the ottoman from under your knee, ignoring your annoyed huff as she plops down. “You don’t get it, do you?” she says, shaking her head as if she’s explaining something painfully obvious. “Boys are simple. They’ll do anything for a good fuck.” 

“Ruthie!” 

“Sarah!” You exclaim, pulling away the curling wand hovering dangerously close to her turned cheek. “Stop moving! I almost burned you!” You cautiously rest your curling wand on the vanity, crossing your arms as you address Ruthie’s tireless campaign. “Ruthie, that’s just not true. Men suck, but they’re not that desperate.” 

“Care to test it?” The look she gives you, so full of unwarranted confidence, makes it tempting to agree blindly to whatever nonsense she’s about to spew. But in the short time you’ve known her, you’ve gathered jumping headfirst into whatever she plans is maybe not the smartest thing to do. 

“How would we do that?” You arch a brow, playing it cool, the picture of nonchalance. Girls like Ruthie want you to bark when you should be biting back. The best way to handle them is to beat them at their own game. It doesn’t matter how uneasy her grin makes you. You have to look like the picture of perfect insouciance. 

“Easy. You reel in some sucker and make him regret it. Clingy, loud, jealous – I’m talking full nightmare fuel.” 

“Me?” You scoff, reaching for the iron. “Sarah, I swear, if you move–”

 Sarah hums in acknowledgment but doesn’t angle her face towards the circular mirror like you need her to. She’s too busy watching Ruthie, waiting for her following words. 

“Yes, you.” 

“Why do I have to be the guinea pig?” You fuss, shifting your position to continue working on Sarah’s hair. You twist Sarah’s blond hair around the silver rod as you suggest, “You test it out with Topper. You’re the one with something to prove.”

“I’m actually serious about Topper,” Ruthie counters and you have to physically bite your tongue from making a snarky comment. “And you’re perfect for this. You’re objectively hot and leaving at the end of the summer. No strings with a hot chick? Guys eat that up.” 

“Ruthie, remind me again why you’re with Topper if you have such a low opinion of the entire male species,” Sarah asks. Sarah eyes Ruthie with a mix of genuine curiosity and plain judgment. Ruthie doesn’t dignify Sarah with a response, upholding the same catty attitude she’s maintained with her since the start of the evening. “Or not.” 

You and Sarah share a long look, not hiding your indignation, but you can’t deny that beneath you’re irritation, you’re a little interested. You would be in the Outer Banks for three months; you might as well find a way to kill time. 

“Done,” You announce, pulling back and smiling at your handiwork. As Sarah fluffs through her hair, you ask, “So, I just pick any guy and make him miserable?” 

Sarah spins around at a dizzying speed, her jaw dropping open. “You’re considering it? Like, actually?”  

You give her a sheepish shrug and look to Ruthie for confirmation. 

“No, I get to choose.”

“What, why?” You scoff. 

“Cause you’d choose someone you already know, and those guys have been harboring unrequited crushes on you since you were, like, twelve.” You try not to betray your surprise. Somehow, Ruthie knows more about your life than you want her to. You weren't sure how Ruthie knew this about you, but it wasn’t entirely untrue. 

“Fine,” You huff, flopping down onto your bed. “Who, then?”

Ruthie’s smile is one you could only describe as downright devilish as she leans in, lowering her voice to a lethal whisper. “Who else but Kildare’s biggest fuckboy? JJ Maybank.”

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[cuntyji]

taking a break from my own shitty writing to read some GOOD GOOD literature...the goodest of them alll....the baddest, the realest....the okay let's just get started.

gojo is the type of guy to buy a "slay and yaas and twink" shirt with you, i don't make the rules.

geto suguru.....geto suguru.....!!! i have been infected by a virus (getoism) because of daphavocadokuna and let me tell you geto's part of the fic is the one that gagged me the most. he is such a romantic...i need 10 of him and another 500 for all my gays and girls. also geto is THEEEE gossip queen i love it when people write him as such, and having it confirmed by leader of geto-ville herself...gege write that down

guys i'm genuinely rolling down the wall [edit: isn't it sliding??? girl bye they see me rolling LNJNHDHUHDUUADH] when i read the sukuna one because i was like "oh flower ! 😄 what is this link? 🙀 OH DEAR GOD THAT'S- *gunshots*" don't even play with me rn daph i think i shed a tear I. LOVE. YOU!!! he is so like....himbo coded. but like a himbo who drank too much monster. do you get the vibes...man i need to write more of soft idiot in love sukuna!! *stares at my current wip manifesting it blossoms into a soft fic*

toji.....toji fushiguro....guys did u all know i went for @nkoprra's wedding with toji it was saur romantic.....anyways 💗 i feel like he is more of a dry texter than sukuna and the CALLLINNGG he is deffo a call > text guy, i think he'd send more voice messages too. he deffo gets you the best gifts on occassions, he's saur money [peak english here]🕺🕺

DAPHHNNNENENENENENEE NANAMI'S HAD ME CRYING I CAN'T CHOOSE BETWEEN HIM AND SUKUNA FUCK MEEEE. i need a man who corporate responds to all my shared videos than say nothing at all. "thank you for sharing" IM CRYINGGG U HAVE NO IDEA I WAS GIGGLING SO HARD. as someone who likes having someone sit by them as they fall asleep this was such a cute detail to add and im in tears im honking weeping wailing even

choso they will never make me hate you and your chick flick liking ass....love ur characterization of him he is deffo more than just an awkward weird boy....he is THE boy

"objection. we had sushi two days ago" WHY IS HE LIKEEE THIS AHHAHAHA. a man hiding his smile behind his hand is such a hot thing to do i don't know why + bonus points if they lean further into their hand to cover their entire face oh MAMA 🐕🐕🐕

naoya is the typa lad who'd quadruple text you in a row saying "im going. going to bed. going to sleep. i'm closing my eyes. this is your last chance fr. this is naoya's father did you ever care for him" LMAISJDFIEHUWHU he's such a drama kweenie.....i never even thought of reading naoya fics icl once indie wrote an ex!bf naoya fic and that's it, but you dear pookiekuna [to me atleast] have become synonymous with naoya [in a good way] because you write him just so dang funny and dorky i fear i would fold like a lawn chair [is that the saying?] for him.... bonus points if we wildly smooch in public. I AM WAITING FOR BOLTER SEASON 2 PLELASEEE DAPH VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL EP WHEN MY GLORIOUS QUUE- *GUNSHOTS*

kashimo is giving pimento and rosa's relationship from b99 idk why he just seems like such a stupid lad. also daph wtaf stop playing u're making me realize how fine half of the jjk cast is oh im gonna be SIIICKKKKK

"it is natural for others to admire beauty such as yours. however, they must know it's not theirs to claim" sir if someone said that to me i would have a mental breakdown. he's the "you're killing my tough guy personality" guy. HE SEEMS SO BITEABLE DAPH I CANT VOCALIZE MY THOUGHTS IM SHAKING WRITING THIS IM GENUIENLY GOING OOGA BOOGA CAVEMAN STYLW WHAT THE FAWKKKKKKKKKKKKK DONT CHAT TO ME

pick your love story °🍵⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ jujutsu kaisen edition (sfw)

gojo satoru ☆ childhood friends to lovers

loves to tease you, and he'll always poke your cheek, ruffle your hair, or steal your food just to get a reaction. if you're shy or quiet, he lives to make you flustered. buys the most ridiculous gifts, including matching sunglasses and designer items that cost more than your rent. acts like your personal heater, always draping himself over you, wrapping his long arms around your shoulders, or sneaking his hands under your sweater to press them against your skin. if someone flirts with you? well, he's throwing him arm around you so dramatically, calling you his 'beloved' in the most obnoxious way possible. if the person doesn't back off, his carefree tone disappears and he gives them a chilling smile. loves late night drives and cafe dates, he's so the type to blast music in the car and sing off-key on purpose, always laughs when you tell him to zip it. his love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation, and he needs to be touching you at all times, and he constantly reminds you how much he loves you in different playful and heartfelt ways <3 he's even softer when he's sleepy, nuzzling into your neck and shit, voice always dropping to a quiet murmur as he spills whatever's on his mind.

geto suguru ☆ best friends to lovers

pretty chill, protective and a faux deep thinker type of guy. gentle and attentive, always knowing what you need before you even ask. if had a rough day, he's gonna run you a bath and try to get your favourite drink. tries to sit still and listen patiently while you rant. lowkey a bit overzealous when it comes to jealousy, but never petty. he doesn't get outwardly possessive. but if someone flirts with you, he'll wrap an arm around your waist and give the person a pretty sharp look, enough that they'll back off and shit. always takes pictures of you, and he has an entire album of random shots of you reading, laughing or even just existing bc he really does think you look beautiful in every moment. loves bookstore and vinyl shop dates, and he enjoys those sweet peaceful moments with you (flipping through books, aka arguing about different genres). he's super big on quality time + acts of service, and if he sees you struggling with anything, he'll try to take care of it before you even have to ask. loves running his fingers through your hair, and he claims it calms him, and sometimes he just gets so lost in thought while doing it, that you have to snap him out of it. he's the type to whisper sweet things in your ear absentmindedly, like 'you have no idea how much i love you' when he thinks you're not paying attention. goes all red and dismissive when he realises you actually did hear that :D and he says he's not in gossip and drama but no one talks shit like he does, lets be real

ryomen sukuna ☆ prob sum weird enemies to lover shit

claims he doesn't date, but somehow ends up trying to figure out your favourite flower. calls you stupid shit like 'brat' or 'pet' more than your actual name, but if someone disrespects you, he tears them apart without hesitation. gets jealous easily, but he won't admit it, and if someone looks at you wrong, he'll grab your chin and kiss you (not that you mind <3) his love language is physical touch and dominance, expect him to always keep a hand on your waist, neck or chin because as much as he pretends otherwise, he loves feeling your skin against his. gaslights you over silly things for fun ('i literally told you that' 'no you didn't' 'oh, so you're forgetful now). also whispers absolute nonsense in your ear just from time to time, 'did you know that octopuses have three hearts? bet you didn't, but now you do. you're welcome'). will open a jar way too aggressively to try and show off his strength but breaks it, and now you're left with no pickles and a sulking sukuna with pickle juice on his hand. carries you like a sack of potatoes on his shoulders if you piss him off. pretends he doesn't gaf, but always shares his food with you and tries to order what you like.

toji fushiguro ☆ reluctant friends to lovers

grumpy but soft for you typa boyfriend who doesn't believe in using full words in texts. only texts in 'ya' or 'nah' and he accidentally replied 'k' to you saying 'i love you' and he called you immediately afterwards because he knows he messed up. loves pda but in the most lazy way possible, and will always drape himself over you like a weighted blanket and refuse to move. always steals bites of your food (half the meal) but will act offended if you do the same. once won you a stuffed animal at a carnival and acted like it was no big deal, but he actually used up all his carnival tickets trying to win you the biggest prize. spoils you in a reckless way, and he'll hand you a wad of cash and refuses to tell you how he got the money. he just tells you to go buy something nice. love language is acts of service and physical touch because he claims he's not amazing with words, but his hands always find their way back home to you. loves lazy mornings, and grumbles when you try to get out of bed, pulling you back in with an arm around your waist.

nanami kento ☆ love at first sight

exhausted but devoted you get me, and he claims that you energise him and light up his life. lectures you when you only sleep for three hours a night. replies to the tiktoks you send with corporate replies 'that was humorous. thank you for sharing. i love you.' he thinks you're absolutely the most beautiful person on the planet, and always lets you know. pretty gentle, mature and devoted. shows his love in sweet, meaningful ways. always puts your comfort first, and he tries to take things off your plate without asking. loves cooking for you, and believes cooking is its own love language. hates unnecessary, brash pda but loves quiet intimacy. holds your hand, brushes your hair against your ear. lingering kisses on your temple. reads to you at night, and he'll sit beside you if you have trouble drifting off. his love language is absolutely acts of service and quality time, and he doesn't just say he loves you, he'll prove it in every little action of his. loves taking you out to scenic parks and hikes, and just stares after you with so much love as he tries to adjust the focus of his camera lenses to try and capture you as well as he can.

choso kamo ☆ strangers to lovers

kinda awkward but genuinely, really quiet sweet. overthinks everything, and at the start of your relationship, he even started overthinking how you said 'goodnight!' and wondered if you were mad at him, because there was no heart or emoji. would die before making the first move idk, like you're going to have kiss him first or else, otherwise i fear he's going to have a stroke. holds grudges as long as he can, and will bring up little shit (like you stealing his lunch) six months later 'remember that time you betrayed me?'. but he can only really give you the silent treatment for two whole minutes when you tease him, and then immediately apologises because he feels bad. a lot of friends tease the two of you because they think choso is too quiet or a pushover but the truth is that he's actually pretty snarky, clever and observant. very determined and always sticks to his morals, even at times when you disagree with him, he's able to put his foot down. love language is quality time and gift giving, because he's the type to remember everything you like and surprise him with it. loves watching movies with you, and pretends not to care for 90s chick flicks, but he's digging them deep down. loves holding your hand, and even in public, he'll reach for you quietly.

higuruma hiromi☆ coworkers to lovers

overworked but loves you so bad. he sometimes reminds you of a tired, single dad but he's truly joyous to date. if you call him baby in public, he immediately malfunctions and blushes. you once kissed him in a courtroom (not even when court was ongoing!) on the tip of his gorgeous nose, and he almost choked. will 100% object to random things just to irritate you, with topics like takeout for dinner, 'objection. we had sushi two days ago.' takes everything pretty seriously, until you do something cute. then he just sits there, hiding his smile behind his hand like an adorable anime protagonist. tries to be strict or protective, but you just make him super soft. secretly likes pda but pretends that he doesn't. grips your hand so tight like he fears you might disappear. loves when you rest in his lap or against his chest as he reads over cases and paperwork. you told him that he'd look hot with glasses, and you caught him browsing through lens frames.

naoya zenin ☆ arranged marriage (kinda ooc naoya btw, bear with me)

sort of a menace who should have been left on read a long time ago, but this wasn't your first choice. somehow, he folds for you almost immediately but you think he'd rather dig his own grave and neatly fold his hands over his chest as he buries himself at his own funeral before he admits that he likes you. calls you annoying but will drop everything if you text him that you need help. always saying dumb shit to you, or trying to make fun of you, but if someone else does? they're gone, like he's going to stalk them, find where they work, and get them fired from their job. texts you the stupidest things like 'if i was ugly, would you still love me?' 'i just saw an ugly baby. damn' 'what would do if i got arrested? be honest.' saw someone flirting with you once at like a fancy event, and rolled his eyes, pretending that he didn't give a flying fuck. ended up at the bathroom mirror, gripping the sink and trying not to throw up. if you ignore his texts, he's gonna send vaguely ominous messages, like 'answer me' followed by 'this is how it ends?' 'i'm leaving btw, i'm going to pack up and leave you forever and go live on my own in the wild.' you check his location and he's still at home. naoya thinks he's the prize in the relationship, he's not. definitely a pda menace, and he loves just kissing you in public.

hajime kashimo ☆ enemies to lovers but in that 'we met when we were fighting' way

your relationship is just him being reckless with no survival instinct, and you trying to keep your boyfriend alive. aka trying to stop him from licking the power outlet. will randomly challenge you to fights for no reason, never mind the fact that he'll feel bad and back out at the last minute. has no concept of personal space, and will stand nose to nose with you just to make you uncomfortable. if you back away, he's gonna follow you and ask where you're going. if someone flirts with you, he's not even going to do too much, just laugh in their face and ask the offender if they really thought they had a chance. kashimo has no concept of an inside voice at all, so god forbid you try to take him somewhere quiet. energy level always at 200% and it's a mission to even take him someplace like a grocery store. if you said 'i love you' first, it might have been the only time that someone else has bested him in something. hajime physically can't process emotions and goes green and pale (he loves you so much btw) and he looks vaguely ill at your confession. stares for five minutes before throwing himself at you. definitely a words of affirmation type of guy, instead of actions, because sometimes, he's all bark and no bite.

noritoshi kamo ☆ sweet, rom-com crush

he's actually a bit traditional, but very sweet. unfortunately, he's also so formal that it hurts sometimes. but it's fun when he asks you things like 'would you like to accompany me for an evening meal?' or 'shall we go for a stroll?' if you hold his hand, for the first few months, he sweats profusely but acts as though he's totally cool (narrator: he was not cool). lowkey believes that he doesn't deserve you and he absolutely treats you, the love of his life, like royalty. super observant and determined to make you as comfortable as possible, so you're never really left wanting for anything. if someone flirts with you, he doesn't really get jealous, but rather gets philosophical. 'it is natural for others to admire beauty such as yours. however, they must know it's not theirs to claim.' a key forefront runner of the sassy men apocalypse, even though you wouldn't be able to tell at the start. super quick-witted, but he's the type to keep his thoughts to himself, but luckily, he gets more comfortable sharing his jokes with you as times go on. blushes super easily, and he hates it because he thinks it ruins his aloof/mysterious guy persona.

[galaxy-stardust]

Simon Ghost Riley x you

Lingerie shopping

The boutique was quiet, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and soft fabrics. You ran your fingers along the delicate lace of a black set, feeling the intricate embroidery against your skin.

Behind you, Simon stood with his arms crossed, his dark eyes scanning the store with disinterest—until he caught sight of what you were holding.

“That for me, love?” His voice was low, teasing.

You smirked, turning to face him. “Maybe. Want to help me pick something out?”

His eyes darkened slightly, a flicker of heat passing through them as he stepped closer. “Oh, I’ll help, alright.”

You picked out a few more sets—deep red, soft ivory, and a dangerously sheer navy blue—before leading him to the fitting rooms. He sat in one of the plush chairs just outside, his legs spread wide, elbows resting on his thighs as he watched you disappear behind the curtain.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he murmured.

You grinned, slipping into the first set—the black lace. It hugged your body in all the right places, the sheer panels leaving little to the imagination. Stepping out from behind the curtain, you struck a playful pose.

Simon’s jaw tightened. His hands flexed over his knees, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Turn around,” he ordered, his voice thick with restrained hunger.

You did, slowly, dragging it out just to tease him.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Come here.”

You took a step closer, but before you could react, his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you between his legs. His palms found your hips, his thumbs brushing the delicate lace as he looked up at you with hooded eyes.

“You expect me to just sit here and watch you prance around like this?” he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers trailed along your exposed thighs, sending a shiver through you.

“That was the idea,” you teased, biting your lip.

Simon chuckled darkly, his grip tightening. “Yeah? Let’s see how much teasing you can take.”

His hands slid up your sides, fingers grazing the lace covering your ribs before slipping around to your lower back. He pulled you closer, his breath hot against your stomach as he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss just above your navel.

“Simon,” you breathed, your hands finding his shoulders for balance.

“Shh,” he murmured, lips trailing higher, stopping just before the edge of the fabric covering your chest. His fingers skimmed over the thin straps, his thumbs brushing the curve of your breasts.

The curtain shifted slightly, the faint sound of a saleswoman moving nearby making your heart race. “Simon,” you whispered urgently. “Someone might—”

He smirked against your skin. “Then you better keep quiet, love.”

His hands roamed lower, gripping the swell of your ass as he pressed his mouth against your stomach once more, his teeth grazing your skin. The heat pooling between your thighs was unbearable, the thrill of being caught only adding to the intensity.

Before you could melt completely, he suddenly pulled back, his hands lingering as he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear.

“Try the next one,” he rasped. “And hurry the fuck up before I lose my patience.”

You swallowed hard, retreating behind the curtain with shaky legs, already knowing this little shopping trip wouldn’t end in the fitting room.

Your hands trembled as you reached for the next set—the deep red one, all lace and barely-there straps. Your skin still burned from Simon’s touch, your pulse racing from the way he had pulled you so close, his lips ghosting over your skin, his voice thick with desire.

You slipped into the new set, the fabric hugging your curves perfectly, the delicate details accentuating everything he already worshipped about your body. Taking a deep breath, you pulled the curtain open again.

Simon’s eyes snapped up instantly. And this time, he didn’t even try to play it cool.

“Fuck me,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes dark with hunger. His hands flexed over his thighs, his entire body radiating tension as he took you in.

“Like it?” you asked, stepping toward him, loving the way his jaw clenched.

Simon leaned back slightly, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he looked you up and down. “Come closer.”

You did.

He reached out, his fingers trailing along your hip, toying with the thin strap resting against your skin. “This one,” he murmured, voice thick. “This one is trouble.”

You smirked. “Then maybe I should change again.”

His grip tightened. “Not a chance.”

Before you could react, he was on his feet, towering over you, his body a wall of heat and muscle. His hands slid to your lower back, pulling you against him, and you gasped at the hard press of him through his jeans.

“Simon,” you whispered, heart pounding.

His lips brushed your ear. “D’you feel what you do to me, love?”

You did. And you wanted more.

But just as you tilted your head up for a kiss, the distant sound of footsteps reminded you exactly where you were.

Simon groaned, dropping his forehead against yours. “Bloody torture.”

You giggled, reaching up to run your fingers through his short-cropped hair. “Then maybe we should get out of here.”

His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing possessively before he stepped back, eyes still burning. “Go change. Now.”

You turned, heading back into the fitting room, but just as you reached for the curtain, Simon leaned in, his breath hot against your neck.

“Don’t bother putting your clothes back on,” he rasped. “You’re wearing that home.”

Your breath caught, a shiver rolling through you. “Simon—”

His fingers brushed the side of your breast, his voice dangerously low. “And when we get there, love? You won’t be wearing a damn thing at all.”

Your knees nearly gave out.

You didn’t just rush to change—you practically ran.

[olderwomenenthusiast]

game of power (emily prentiss)

PAIRING: emily prentiss & fem reader DESCRIPTION: emily finally as her way with you & vice versa CAUTION: the usual smut, swearing, bit of arguing, power dynamics WORD COUNT: 3.6k AUTHOR'S NOTE: seriously need to lower my sex drive

The tension between you and Emily had been festering for weeks—longer, if you were honest with yourself. Every case, every briefing, every sideways glance across the bullpen had been laced with something dark and unspoken. Sharp words, lingering touches that lasted a second too long, glares that burned hotter than they should.

And tonight, it finally erupts.

The case had gone south in the worst way. A last-minute call had changed the plan, and you had ignored Emily’s order to fall back, pushing forward when she told you to wait. The unsub was taken down, but not before a gun was drawn, a bullet missing your head by inches. The entire ride back to the hotel had been suffocating in silence, tension so thick it pressed against your ribs. Emily’s knuckles were white against her crossed arms, her jaw tight as she stared out the window. You could feel the anger radiating off her, but she said nothing—until now.

The moment you step into the hallway, Emily is on you.

"What the hell was that?" Her voice is low but sharp, cutting through the quiet.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you pull your key card from your pocket. "We got him, didn’t we?"

Emily’s hand slams against the wall next to your head before you can turn away. "That’s not the damn point. You disobeyed a direct order, and you could’ve been killed."

Your pulse spikes. Not just from the anger, but from how close she is, the heat of her body radiating against yours. "I handled it. I don’t need you babysitting me, Prentiss."

Her jaw clenches, nostrils flaring. "Oh, is that what you think this is?" She leans in, voice dropping to a near growl. "You think I give a damn because it’s my job? Because I need to control you?"

Something in her tone makes your breath hitch, and she catches it. Her eyes darken, tracking the subtle shift of your throat as you swallow. A slow smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, dangerous and knowing.

"Say it," she murmurs, voice thick with something heavier than anger. "Tell me you don’t feel this."

You grit your teeth, your hands curling into fists at your sides. "You’re insufferable."

Emily chuckles, dark and knowing. "And you’re a brat."

Before you can bite out a reply, her hands are on you, gripping the front of your shirt and yanking you forward. Your back hits the wall with a dull thud, and then her mouth crashes against yours.

It’s not gentle. It’s a clash of teeth and tongues, a battle for control neither of you are willing to surrender. Emily presses her body flush against yours, pinning you between her and the wall, and the heat of her seeps into your skin, making your head spin. Her knee nudges between your thighs, spreading you open just enough for her to feel the slight hitch in your breath, the involuntary way your body reacts to her.

You gasp as she nips at your bottom lip, and she takes advantage of the opening, her tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your knees weak. One of her hands tangles in your hair, tilting your head back as she deepens the kiss, her other hand gripping your hip so hard you’re sure it’ll bruise.

"You drive me fucking crazy," she growls against your lips, her teeth grazing your jaw as she trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. "Reckless. Stubborn. Infuriating."

Your head tilts back against the wall, a shuddering breath escaping as her tongue flicks over the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. "Then do something about it."

Emily pulls back just enough to look at you, her eyes black with desire. "You sure you want to play that game?"

You don’t hesitate. "I can handle it."

Her smirk is wicked, full of promise and punishment. "We’ll see about that."

Before you can process it, she grips your wrist and tugs you toward her hotel room, the lock clicking behind you before she shoves you against the door. Her hands make quick work of your shirt, yanking it over your head before her lips are on your collarbone, teeth scraping against your skin as she undoes the clasp of your bra with practiced ease. Her tongue flicks over the newly exposed skin, lips closing around a sensitive peak as her hands work their way lower, fingers teasing the waistband of your jeans.

She watches your reaction, waiting for the moment your breath stutters, your pupils dilate, your body arches into her touch. Then she grips your thighs and lifts you, pressing you hard against the door as she rocks into you, slow and deliberate, making you whimper in frustration.

"So eager," she murmurs against your skin. "You like this, don’t you? Pushing me until I snap. Until I take what I want."

Your breath hitches, fingers digging into her shoulders. "Shut up and do it already."

Emily chuckles darkly before dropping to her knees, hands gripping your hips as she tugs your jeans down, leaving a trail of hot kisses along your inner thighs. The way she looks up at you, lips slightly parted, pupils blown wide with lust, makes you tremble.

"Oh, sweetheart," she murmurs, pressing a teasing kiss to your already aching core. "You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into."

A shudder wracks through your body as Emily’s breath fans over your soaked cunt, deliberate and teasing. She’s savoring this - relishing the way you tremble, the way your hands grip the doorframe behind you as if it’s the only thing keeping you upright.

"Emily," you grind out, voice rough with frustration.

She hums against your inner thigh, lips grazing your skin. "Patience," she murmurs, dragging her tongue upward but stopping just short of where you need her most. "You push me until I snap, but now you can’t wait?"

Your glare is half-hearted, your breath uneven. "I swear to God --"

Whatever threat you were about to make dissolves into a strangled moan as Emily finally licks a broad, slow stripe through your slick folds, her tongue pressing firmly against your clit before she pulls back just enough to tease.

"Fuck," you gasp, your body jolting at the first real touch.

She grins against you, lips brushing your cunt as she whispers, "That’s more like it."

Her hands tighten on your thighs, keeping you spread open for her as she goes back in, her tongue flicking and circling with devastating precision. She’s thorough, drinking in every sound, every desperate buck of your hips, every sharp inhale as she builds you up.

"You taste so fucking good," she groans, voice muffled as she buries herself between your legs, lapping at your pussy like she can’t get enough. "You get this wet just from fighting with me?"

You can’t form words, just a whimper, your fingers twisting in her dark hair, tugging hard enough to make her moan against you. The vibration sends another sharp jolt through you, your back arching against the door.

Emily chuckles darkly. "You like that, don’t you?" She wraps her lips around your clit, sucking just right, her tongue flicking against the sensitive nub before she drags two fingers through your slick folds, teasing your entrance.

"Emily," you whine, pushing your hips forward, desperate for more.

She rewards you by thrusting two fingers deep inside, curling them instantly, pressing against that spot that makes your vision blur.

"Fuck, yes," you gasp, legs threatening to give out.

Emily holds you steady, fucking you with slow, deep strokes as her tongue keeps working your clit, relentless and precise. You can feel the coil in your stomach tightening, your body winding up so tight you think you might snap in half.

"You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" she taunts, her breath hot against your cunt, her fingers fucking into you faster. "Come on, let me feel it."

It only takes one more flick of her tongue, one more press of her fingers, and you’re gone - your orgasm slamming into you so hard it steals the breath from your lungs. Your entire body locks up, pleasure surging through every nerve as you cry out her name, legs shaking, pussy clenching around her fingers as she works you through it.

Emily groans, licking you through every pulse, dragging it out until you’re twitching from overstimulation. She presses a final, filthy kiss to your swollen clit before pulling back, her lips and chin glistening as she watches you struggle to catch your breath.

She rises to her feet, gripping your chin between her fingers as she smirks down at you. "Still think you can handle me?"

You’re wrecked, boneless, but your smirk is just as wicked as hers. "I think you’re the one who’s in trouble, Prentiss."

Her eyes flash with something dangerous, something hungry, and then she’s crashing her lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on her tongue as she pushes you back toward the bed, stripping off her shirt in one smooth motion.

"Get on the bed," she orders, voice thick with lust. "I’m not done with you yet."

A slow smirk spreads across your lips as Emily tugs you toward the bed, but instead of following her lead, you dig your heels in, flipping the script. In one swift motion, you push her backward, and she stumbles onto the mattress with a soft gasp, caught off guard.

"Think you’re the only one who knows how to take control?" you tease, climbing over her, straddling her waist as your hands press against her shoulders.

Emily blinks up at you, surprise flickering across her face before something more playful and more challenging replaces it. "Oh, is that what you’re doing?" she muses, arching a brow. "Trying to take charge?"

You lean in, dragging your nails down her toned stomach, feeling the way her muscles tense beneath your touch. "I don’t try, Prentiss. I do."

Her lips part slightly, and for a moment, you think you have her exactly where you want her. You dip your head, nipping at her jawline, trailing kisses down her neck, savoring the way her breath hitches when your teeth scrape against her pulse. Your fingers trail lower, reaching for the button of her pants

And then, in an instant, she moves.

Before you can react, Emily twists, flipping you onto your back with a breathless laugh, pinning your wrists above your head as she looms over you. "Nice try," she breathes against your lips, her grin smug.

You huff, tugging at your hands, but her grip is firm. "Oh, come on, you couldn’t just let me have my moment?"

Emily chuckles, shaking her head. "You’re adorable when you think you’re in charge."

You narrow your eyes at her, lips twitching despite yourself. "You’re so damn smug --"

But then she shifts her grip, and somehow, the movement is just awkward enough that you both end up toppling sideways on the mattress, tangled in limbs, laughing.

A giggle bubbles up from your chest, and you don’t even try to suppress it. Emily laughs, too; real, unrestrained, her face buried in the crook of your neck as she shakes with amusement.

"This is ridiculous," you manage between laughs, trying to untangle yourself, only to make it worse. "We’re supposed to be having angry sex, not rolling around like idiots."

Emily pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, her eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. "Oh, don’t worry," she murmurs, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "I’ll still ruin you."

You shiver at the promise in her tone, your laughter fading into something softer, something charged.

"Then what are you waiting for?" you challenge, voice dipping into something sultry.

Emily grins, leaning down until her lips barely graze yours. "Patience," she whispers. "I like to take my time."

A shudder rolls through you as Emily’s lips move lower, her teeth grazing the curve of your neck before she soothes the spot with her tongue. Your pulse pounds beneath her touch, your breath coming quicker, heavier.

Her grip on your wrists is firm but no longer restraining. You could break free if you wanted. But the way her body presses against yours, the slow, deliberate drag of her lips down your collarbone, makes you forget why you’d ever want to.

"You’re so quiet now," Emily murmurs against your skin, her voice dripping with amusement. Her fingers trail along the hem of your shirt, slipping beneath the fabric to skate across your stomach, teasing but not quite giving you what you want. "Where’s all that attitude from earlier?"

You exhale sharply as her nails rake lightly over your ribs, your back arching involuntarily into her touch. "You’re so damn smug," you breathe, though there’s no real bite to your words.

Just need.

Emily chuckles, her lips curving against your skin. "And you love it."

Before you can argue, before you can do anything at all, she shifts, moving down your body with agonizing slowness, her hands pushing your shirt up, her lips following the path her fingers carve. Each press of her mouth is soft, teasing, deliberate. Your skin is burning, desperate for more, for something less restrained.

You tangle your fingers in her hair, tugging just hard enough to make her look up at you. Her dark eyes flicker with something wicked, her lips swollen from where she’s been kissing her way down your torso.

"Impatient?" she muses, her breath hot against your stomach.

Your fingers tighten in her hair. "I swear to god, Prentiss -"

"Relax," she murmurs, her voice velvety smooth as she glances up at you, her hands sliding possessively over your thighs. "I told you—I like to take my time."

A growl of frustration builds in your throat as Emily drags this out, her hands gripping your hips like she has all the time in the world. Your body is burning, every nerve alight with need, and she knows it. She loves it.

"Prentiss," you snap, voice rough, wrecked.

Emily just smirks, her fingers digging into your thighs, holding you down as she presses an open-mouthed kiss just above where you need her most.

"Still so demanding," she muses, her voice thick with amusement. But there’s a hunger in her eyes now, dark and molten, and when she moves this time, it’s with purpose.

And then she’s on you, her mouth hot and unrelenting, her fingers pushing your thighs apart without hesitation.

A sharp gasp rips from your throat at the first touch of her tongue - no teasing now, no patience, just raw, desperate hunger. She devours you, her grip bruising against your hips as she holds you in place, taking exactly what she wants.

You writhe beneath her, hands flying to her hair, gripping tight, tugging, trying to ground yourself as pleasure crashes over you in waves. But Emily doesn’t let up. If anything, the slight pull at her hair only fuels her, makes her groan against you, the vibrations sending another shock of pleasure straight through you.

"Fuck—Emily—"

Emily’s mouth is relentless, her tongue flicking and circling, dragging you closer and closer to that razor-sharp edge. You’re already trembling beneath her, your thighs twitching, your fingers tangled in her hair as she devours you like she needs this—like she can’t get enough.

And then fuck, she bites.

A sharp, deliberate press of her teeth against your clit, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure that sends a violent shudder through your entire body. The sensation is electric, too much and not enough all at once, and your back arches off the bed, a strangled cry ripping from your throat.

Emily growls against you, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure straight through your core. She soothes the sting immediately, her tongue laving over the sensitive bundle of nerves, but the damage is done.

You’re wrecked.

Your breath is ragged, your body taut like a bowstring, and Emily knows she has you now. Her grip on your hips tightens, her nails digging in, bruising. She loves watching you break.

"Fuck, Emily..." Your voice is raw, desperate, your hips jerking against her mouth, seeking more, everything.

She hums in approval, then does it again. A sharp little nip, followed by the soothing slide of her tongue, pushing you higher, driving you to the edge of madness.

Your vision blurs. Your entire body burns. Every nerve ending is focused on her. Her mouth, her hands, the way she’s tearing you apart piece by piece, devouring you with no intention of stopping.

You’re close, so dangerously close, teetering right on the brink. And Emily knows it.

"Come on," she rasps against you, her voice wrecked, commanding. "Let go."

And with one last flick of her tongue, one last bite - sharp, perfect, devastating - you do.

Pleasure slams through you, white-hot and overwhelming, a cry escaping your lips as your entire body locks up before shattering completely. You feel Emily’s hands gripping you, grounding you, holding you through every wave as she rides it out with you, drawing it out until you’re nothing but a trembling, gasping mess beneath her.

Only when she’s sure you’re done, completely spent and twitching, does she finally pull back.

She crawls back up your body, her lips slick, her breathing ragged, and she smirks, so damn smug, so utterly pleased with herself.

"You look good like this," she murmurs, dragging her teeth along your jaw, her voice thick with satisfaction. "All wrecked and desperate for me."

Your pulse is still erratic, your body still trembling, but you still manage to huff out a breathless laugh.

"Smug bitch," you whisper, your fingers tangling in her hair as you yank her down, your lips crashing against hers.

Because now?

It’s her turn to break.

Emily is a fighter. She's stubborn, defiant, smug. But right now? Right now, she’s crumbling.

Her wrists are pinned above her head, her body taut beneath you, her breath ragged as you hover over her, just out of reach. Your fingers skim down her stomach, featherlight, barely touching, just enough to torment.

"You want something, Prentiss?" you purr, lips brushing against her ear, your nails dragging over the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Emily exhales sharply, her body twitching at the ghost of your touch. But she’s holding on, biting back the words, refusing to give in so easily.

You grin. Oh, this is going to be fun.

Slowly, painfully, you trail your fingers lower, brushing against the heat between her thighs - slick, soaked, aching. You feel the way she tenses, the way her hips jerk instinctively toward your hand, but you pull away before she can get what she wants.

Emily lets out a frustrated groan, her head tipping back against the pillows. "Fucking tease," she grits out.

You chuckle, biting down on the side of her neck, hard enough to leave a mark. "Oh, I know you can do better than that," you murmur, sucking at the sensitive skin just below her jaw, making her squirm. "Come on, Emily. Ask for it."

Emily’s breath hitches, her nails digging into the sheets, her body shaking beneath you. But she’s still clinging to control, still trying to hold onto her pride.

So you make it worse.

You barely brush your fingers over her clit, the softest, most infuriating tease, and Emily whimpers. It’s quiet, barely audible but you hear it. And it’s the hottest fucking thing.

"You’re so wet for me," you whisper, dragging your lips down her throat, your fingers spreading her open but not giving her what she needs. "I could just stay here all night, watching you squirm."

"Jesus fuck," she rasps, her hips rolling up, chasing your touch. "Please --"

You pause.

Oh.

Your smirk widens as you lift your head, staring down at her. "Please, what?"

Emily glares at you, her dark eyes flashing, but it’s weakened now. She’s panting, her body trembling, her thighs shaking with need. She wants it, but more than that, she needs it.

"Say it," you demand, slipping just the tip of one finger inside her before pulling back out, watching the way her body jerks.

Emily breaks.

"Fuck me," she gasps, her voice wrecked, desperate. "Please - just - fuck me."

And fuck, you’re gone.

You thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying two fingers inside her, deep, stretching her open, and Emily screams. Her back arches violently off the bed, her hands flying to grip your arms, her nails raking down your skin as she clenches around you.

"Jesus, fuck --" she gasps, her head tipping back, her entire body trembling beneath you.

You don’t give her time to recover. You fuck her, hard, deep, fast, giving her exactly what she begged for, what she needs. Her moans are loud now, wrecked, raw, and you love it, live for it.

"That’s it," you growl, lips dragging over her jaw, feeling the way her body shakes beneath you. "That’s what you wanted, huh?"

Emily can’t even speak. Her nails dig in deeper, her thighs trembling as you thrust into her harder, faster, relentless.

And when she comes, she screams your name, her entire body shattering beneath you, her walls clenching so tight around your fingers that it nearly makes you dizzy.

You don’t stop until she’s wrecked, until she’s done, until she’s nothing but a trembling, breathless mess beneath you.

And then, finally, you slow, pulling your fingers out of her with a deliberate slowness, dragging one last moan from her lips.

When you meet her gaze, she’s ruined - her eyes dark and hazy, her lips swollen, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths.

You grin.

"Good girl," you murmur against her lips.

And Emily?

She just laughs low, breathless and wrecked.

"Round two," she whispers, voice hoarse, hungry. "You’re mine."

And then she flips you again.

Because this?

This is far from over.

[thenickgirl]

TOO HOT

nick x oc!jalen

requested? yes

type: one shot ❀ genre: smut ❀ pov: third ❀ wc: 1.4K

pairing: top!nick x bottom!jalen (don’t say shit, it was a request)

summary: in which things get interesting during game night

warnings: established relationship, swearing, oral and anal sex

a/n: so basically i saw this on pinterest and thought it would be fun. jay, i hope you enjoy this, sorry it took so long. happy reading! ❀

“YOU CHEATED!! YOU TOOK A SHORTCUT!” Nick screamed, setting the controller down on the table in front of him.

“WHAT?? NO I DIDN'T!” Jalen says in defense, mimicking Nick’s actions, before leaning back on the couch.

Nick scoffs, rolling his eyes in annoyance, “I DIDN'T SEE YOU THE ENTIRE TIME, J, AND SUDDENLY YOU'RE AT THE FINISH LINE?? CHEATERRRR!” he yells, a smile threatening to form.

The sound of thunder crashed in the background of the couple’s light hearted bickering. It was storming, and the rain was coming down heavily, so instead of going out for their date like they had originally planned, they stayed inside. Jalen suggested that they should have a little game night, and Nick loves a competition.

They were competing to see who could win the most games throughout the night. Currently, the score was 2-2, Jalen securing his second win with this round of Mario Kart.

“You’re cracked,” Jalen laughs, shaking his head as he looks over at his boyfriend who was now laughing along with him.

“Whatever,” Nick huffs, grabbing his phone off of the table. “I’ll find something else to play that will guarantee me a win,” he says as he scrolls through his phone, going from app to app.

“You’re such a sore loser, peach” Jalen laughs as he watches Nick concentrate on finding something, before quickly being shushed by him.

A devious grin spread across Nick’s face as he saw it. Something that would turn the tables on this impromptu game night.

“Look it!” He commands as he leans over to show his phone to Jalen, who glances at it before grinning himself.

“I thought you were finding games you could win,” Jalen chuckles while shaking his head.

Nick frowned at Jalen’s reaction, “And I did,” he replied confidently.

“You seriously think you could hold out longer than me?” Jalen questions, his brow raised in disbelief.

“A hundred percent,” Nick says with certainty, followed by a shrug.

Jalen shakes his head, scooting closer to Nick, his face inches away from him, “I don’t think you could,” he challenges, his eyes glancing at Nick’s lips before meeting his blue eyes again.

“Try me,” Nick responds, his lips brushing against his boyfriend’s as he spoke, and before he knew it, Jalen closed the space between them, kissing him.

Nick kisses back, deepening it, his fist clenching onto the soft material of the couch so as to not touch Jalen, despite how desperately he wanted to. Jalen’s tongue brushes along Nick’s lip, begging for access, and he gains it when Nick moans into his mouth.

The pair make out for what seems like hours, their lips smack together as they whimper and groan. Both growing more and more eager to touch one another, but neither willing to lose.

Nick was close to caving, so he knew he had to do something to get Jalen to cave first. Without warning, Nick hooked his teeth into Jalen’s bottom lip, knowing how much he loved it, and his boyfriend fell right into his trap. Jalen moaned, grabbing Nick's face in hands, drawing him in.

Nick immediately towers over Jalen, grabbing his hands and pinning him down on the couch as he breaks the kiss, a devilish grin plastered on his face when he leaned in and whispered, “You lose.”

Jalen let out a small gasp from the switch, “That’s not fair! You bit my lip!!” He exclaimed in defense of his actions.

“All’s fair in love and war, baby,” Nick says before swiftly pulling Jalen up and over his shoulder, carrying him to their shared bedroom, and tossing him onto the bed, yet careful not to hurt him.

The pitter patter of the rain hitting the roof, and the thudding sound of Jalen’s heart in his chest was the only thing heard as Nick stared down at him, biting his lip. “If I recall correctly…” he pauses, licking his lips. “I get to do what I want,” he states, grabbing Jalen’s chin making him look at him, his thumb running across his bottom lip.

“I guess so,” Jalen says, looking up at the brunette, the dominance evident in his piercing blue eyes.

Nick grins again, “Get up on the bed,” he commands, and Jalen complies, going up towards the middle of the bed. Nick follows suit, his body floating over him as he kisses him hungrily. Nick’s hands roam Jalen’s body as he moans into his mouth, and he swallows them down. He breaks the kiss, chuckling as Jalen chases his lips.

He then strips them both of their clothes, leaving them only in boxers as he hovers over the dread head. Nick’s lips trail from Jalen’s chest down his abdomen, and his breathing labored. He goes further down, running his tongue along the waistband of Jalen’s boxers before pulling them off, and his length springs free. He licks around the tip, then takes him into his mouth, and Jalen’s head falls back.

“Fuck…” Jalen whispered, sitting up on his elbows as he looked down at Nick.

Nick works Jalen’s cock with his mouth, his head bobbing up and down, as Jalen moans uncontrollably, his hand guiding Nick’s movements. After several minutes, Nick pulls off of him with a ‘pop’. He reaches over to the night stand, grabbing lubricant and squeezing it on his fingertips. With his long slick fingers, he intrudes Jalen hole, spreading and curling them. He takes his time working him open, the squelching sound and his boyfriend’s moans making his own cock twitch as a growl escapes his throat.

“Think you can take me, baby?” Nick asks, his fingers still pumping in and out of him slowly, and Jalen just nods in response.

He hums as he removes his hand from Jalen’s body, then gets up to take off his boxers, before hovering over Jalen again as he kisses along his jaw.

“On your tummy,” he whispers in Jalen’s ear and a shiver runs down his spine. Jalen turns over, laying flat on his stomach, and Nick uses his knees to spread his legs open wider. He presses his length against Jalen’s sopping hole before sliding all the way in.

Jalen moans softly when Nick bottoms out, “So fucking tight,” Nick groans as he sets a steady rhythm.

His hips snap against Jalen’s ass hard as he fucks him into the mattress. The sound of their moans and the bed creaking creates a perfect harmony around them.

“Yes! Mm, you like fuckin’ this tight little hole, don’t you? Such a slut for it, so eager to fill me up,” Jalen moaned while looking back at Nick, his eyes threatening to roll back as Nick picked up his pace.

With one hand he grabs a fist full of Jalen’s hair, pulling so hard it lifts him slightly off the bed, while the other slaps his ass cheek repeatedly.

“Watch your fucking mouth!” Nick threatened, deepening his thrusts as Jalen whimpered.

With each stroke Nick’s length brushed against that sensitive spot inside of him, and his body shook. “Shit, Nick…” Jalen moaned, his fingers tangling in the sheets as Nick fucked him relentlessly.

“That mouth of yours isn’t so smart now, is it? Hm?” Nick grunts, as he lets go of Jalen’s hair and he falls against the mattress.

“I-Nnngh, fuck, don’t stop,” Jalen whimpered, his face buried in sheets as he moaned over and over.

The couple's sweat covered bodies continued to mold together as the storm passed. That familiar feeling begin to rise inside of Jalen, and he cried out, “Oh fuck, I’m so close” he warns.

Nick flips Jalen onto his back, wanting to see his face as he comes for him. Jalen’s back arched off of the bed, as he reaches his peak, his body shuddering as he teeters towards the edge.

“I-…Fuckkk,” Jalen moans as he comes over himself, his mouth opened slightly and his eyes rolled back, the sight causing Nick’s release to hit him as well, his hips beginning to stutter.

“Shit shit shit,” Nick groans as he comes inside of him, before collapsing atop of him. They both pant, catching their breaths as they come down from their high.

“Damn, I should let you top more often,” Jalen chuckles as he kisses the top of Nick’s head.

Nick giggles as he rolls off of him, pulling Jalen to his side, as Jalen rests his head on his chest. “Why ruin a good system?” Nick says while shrugging, and they both laugh.

“You’re an idiot,” Jalen says, stealing one of Nick’s most infamous lines, his fingers tracing the stars on Nick’s shoulder.

The soft touch sends a shiver down Nick's spine as he pulls Jalen impossibly closer. He leans his head down before whispering…

“I’m a winner.”

—

✎ signed,

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 ❀

a/n: chat this will be the last smut for a little while, i’m just not into right now at all. also, got some really cute things planned, so stay tuned. i love youuuu 🩷

🏷️: @muwapsturniolo @luverboychris @freshloveforthefit @sturniolossss @sturniioloslut @ameerahsblog @freshloveee @asherrisrandom @dumbf2ck @maliaforstvrns @nicksbestie @emely9274 @marrykisskilled @ksturnz @colorthecosmos444 @tyummyz @idrk2292 @soursturniolo @nickssidewitch

[419jhat]

Steve becomes an actor. Eddie reacts to his movies while nursing his crush.

***

That Time He Got Naked

Steve had always been a good performer. Eddie watched him in school, putting on the face of a disaffected cool guy who was above everything around him. And he watched him put on a face of bravery for the kids when the end of the world was at their fingertips. When Steve got his first role, Eddie figured it made sense. He hadn't exactly been trained in acting, but he had a pretty face and the ability to do what he was told on a set.

When he got his second role, Eddie didn't pay much attention. Local art movies by Robin's college friends weren't that interesting to watch, in his opinion. But the third role was when it became a thing. That's when it started turning into a big deal. And before they knew it, a year later, Steve was in a real movie. A movie they could see in theaters and rent at family video. A movie people had actually heard of. The kind of movie everyone sat down to watch in support of their famous friend. Even if it was a just small role.

So, at the first available showing where the entire party could get together, Eddie found himself squished between Dustin and Nancy, watching Steve gasp and moan like it was his first time.

And Eddie's face was on fire.

Dustin had pulled his hoodie over his eyes.

Nancy was sitting straight as a telephone pole.

Jonathan leaned over and asked her, “Was he really like that?” Which made her smack him on the arm and tell him to shut up.

Eddie could barely pay attention. He was too busy wondering, as he stared at Steve's bare ass taking up half the screen, if Steve had been hitting the gym to tone up just for this scene because-

He needed to stop thinking about it before he made it even more awkward for everyone.

When Steve called him a week later, he could barely talk without stuttering like a fool.

“So, what did you think? Maria said I was really convincing but she was in the scene with me. She kind of has to say that,” Steve said.

Eddie thought that the sight of Steve's ass had been imprinted on the back of his eyelids, because it was all he saw when he closed his eyes to sleep at night.

“It was good,” Eddie said awkwardly.

“That sex scene was so embarrassing. People keep asking me if it was hot. There is nothing hot about standing around your coworkers in a flesh colored jockstrap.”

“Mm-hmm,” Eddie said, trying not to imagine a scenario where Steve was his coworker, and that was his uniform.

That Time He Died

The next time they met up to watch a Steve movie, nobody had warned Eddie about its contents. Or, maybe they did and he'd ignored it because he didn't want to think about the little mole on the small of Steve's back that he'd discovered last time they watched a Steve movie.

Either way, Eddie was completely unprepared to watch Steve gasping for air while being beaten to death in an alley.

“Ugh, I can't watch this,” Robin muttered when it became clear what was happening. She ran out of the theater a few moments later when the scene didn't end quickly enough.

Lucas was on Eddie's other side, cringing with each brutal punch. Steve was letting out pathetic, wet whimpers, his face literally crunching under the main actor's fists.

Eddie knew it was fake. The blood was kind of excessive and there was just no way you could rearrange someone's face like that with your bare hands. But watching Steve's eyes go glassy made Eddie feel sick.

He got up too.

He found Robin standing next to a water fountain, just staring at it.

“Thirsty, Buckley?”

She jumped.

“Oh. No,” she said, stuffing her hands in the pickets of her jacket. “I just dream about that kind of stuff a lot.”

Eddie nodded. “I get it. It's different when we've seen him hurt before.”

Behind them, the theater door swung open. Dustin paused when he saw them, and then propped it open with his foot. The rest of the party followed.

“I guess we're leaving early, huh?” Nancy asked.

Everyone nodded.

“Nobody tells Steve,” Robin warned.

When Steve called him the next day, he kept his mouth shut.

“You were terrifying,” Eddie said.

“You sure? I think I was supposed to be more pathetic than anything else.”

“I mean, that too. But it was super gory, so I think the whole theater was freaked out.”

“Neat,” Steve said. “You know, I'm going to be in Chicago this weekend. We should hang out!”

“I'd love that!” Eddie said too quickly.

Steve laughed and asked, “maybe you can show me around?”

“Yeah, you can stay at my place!” Eddie said.

And then he looked around his apartment and cringed. “On second thought, you can get a hotel if you don't want to deal with the mess.”

“I love the mess. It's you,” Steve said.

Eddie wasn't sure if he was supposed to be offended or not.

That Time He Cried

The next movie wasn't much better. This time, Eddie came prepared. This time, Steve didn't get naked or die. What he hadn't anticipated was that there were other terrible things that could happen, like watching the man he'd held a crush on for years now scream and sob because he lost the will to live after his wife died.

Eddie honestly didn't know that Steve could sound like that. The anguish in his voice at the funeral scene, the pain in his eyes. It was raw, and difficult to face.

There wasn't a dry tear in their row.

“I do not like this one,” El whispered to Eddie.

“Why is he always miserable in these movies?” Max muttered. She had her shoulders up to her ears and her arms crossed, like she could hold the tears back if she wound herself up tight enough.

“Well. He seemed pretty happy in the first one,” Eddie said.

Max punched him in the shoulder.

Steve's phone call came that evening.

“Dude, I think you broke everyone's hearts. I didn't even know you could cry like that,” Eddie said.

Steve huffed a laugh into the receiver. “My agent told me to think of something sad.”

“What did you think of?” Eddie asked. He instantly wanted to smack himself in the forehead. Why would Steve share that with him? To his shock, Steve hummed, like he was thinking.

“I thought about how I felt when we thought Max was dead,” he said quietly. “Obviously, it's not like that between us. She's basically my sister at this point. But…it was the first time I'd ever lost someone but cared about. Someone I was supposed to protect.”

Eddie's heart melted into a million pieces.

“Steve. I think you should invite her to visit you. She loves you too,” he said softly.

“Yeah,” Steve said slowly, “the only thing is that Dustin would lose his shit if she visited first.”

“Oh, don't worry, I'll keep him distracted for you,” Eddie said.

“With Dragons and Dickwads?” Steve asked.

“You know it.”

That Time He Proposed

Eventually, Steve broke his curse of misery and managed to get a lead role in a rom com. Eddie hated it more than anything else. Watching him fall in love with the human equivalent of a shallow puddle pissed Eddie off more than anything else had in a long time. Steve's pretty eyes, staring at her. Steve, so visibly in love with someone who didn't deserve him. Steve, doing stupid shit to make her take him back when he hadn't done anything wrong in Eddie’s completely unbiased opinion.

It made Eddie want to tear his hair out.

The real cherry on top was Steve proposing to her at the end, because of-fucking-course the movie ended that way. That kind of heteronormative love at first sight, get married and have kids bullshit the media always pandered to, drove him up the wall. Steve did all the work. He set up a cheesy outdoor surprise at the beach and dropped to one knee while everyone in the background of the scene clapped like a bunch of lemmings.

“This is so fucking stupid,” Eddie said.

“Tell me about it,” Mike said.

“God, I hate romance movies," Eddie said.

“They always suck,” Mike agreed.

“Steve would never do that! He doesn't like big grand gestures!” Eddie said.

“What?” Mike asked.

“He's a very private person!”

“Eddie…that's not Steve. That's Chris. Steve’s character,” Erica said.

“I- I know that. I'm just saying,” Eddie sputtered.

“Can you all shut the fuck up?” Max hissed.

Steve called him a week later, and by then, Eddie had forgotten all about it up until Steve started waxing poetic about how romantic it all was. Ugh.

“Wait, I thought you didn't like that kind of stuff,” Eddie interrupted.

“Oh. No, I don't. But in the context of the movie, it was supposed to be.”

“So…what kind of romance do you like?” Eddie asked casually.

“Gonna surprise me with something, Munson?” Steve asked.

“Wha- no, I just-” Eddie stuttered.

Steve interrupted him with a laugh. Then, he suddenly asked, in a sinfully soft voice, “when are you going to visit me?”

Eddie's heart skipped a beat.

“Uh, I don't know. Tattooing doesn't pay for a California vacation yet,” he said nervously.

“You could move out here,” Steve said. “There's a ton of people wanting tattoos in LA.”

“I don't know if all that sun would agree with me,” Eddie joked.

“Youcouldmoveinwithme,” Steve blurted out.

“Hmm?” Eddie asked, twisting the phone cord around his thumb.

“You could move in with me,” Steve said.

Eddie nearly dropped the phone. He sat up straight and looked at his hands like they couldn't tell him what he'd really heard, because there was no way Steve was being serious.

“Eddie?” Steve asked.

“I'm here. Good one, Steve,” he said with a forced laugh, “like you'd want me messing up your place. Anyway, got anything else going on?”

Steve didn't reply for a moment. When he did, he told him about some party he'd gone to. And Eddie forgot about the offer completely.

That Time He Was a Villain

Thankfully, Steve's next film was wildly different from the others. This time he was the bad guy. Eddie found it kind of thrilling to watch him parade around with the confidence of an unapologetic piece of shit. The way he led the main characters around like he had them on a leash, the way he looked when he was in charge. It made Eddie's pathetic little heart shiver.

Steve made a sexy villain.

Unfortunately for Eddie, nobody else seemed to agree. As they left the theater, all the kids were grumbling under their breath.

“I thought he was cool in that role,” Eddie said.

“He was such an asshole!” Dustin said.

“I can't believe he was so mean to Miranda! He didn't have to be such a bad husband!” Max said.

“It was the look in his eyes. Like he thought it was all fun,” Erica said with disgust.

“Once a douche, always a douche,” Mike muttered.

Nancy lifted an eyebrow. “You guys know that it was just a character, right? Steve didn't actually endorse any of that stuff.”

“He chose the role,” Dustin muttered. “I hope Hollywood isn't ruining him.”

Eddie was pretty sure they just missed him.

Steve called him three days later.

“Do you think I'm turning into an asshole?” he asked without saying hello.

“Dustin’s just being stupid,” Eddie said.

“He says I'm regressing back into my high school days!”

“That's dramatic,” Eddie said with a laugh, “he didn't even know you in high school.”

“Exactly!”

“I thought you were cool in your latest movie,” Eddie said.

“What?”

“I mean, you are a bit of an ass, but it shows your skill.”

“Wait, is that what this is about? I thought I missed his birthday or something!”

“Oh, no. They just don't like seeing you play the bad guy.”

“Oh my God, that is so fucking-”

That Time He Fell In Love With A Man

Eddie didn't know what was coming next. Steve had been in a wide variety of roles at this point, so when he sat down in the theater with a bucket of popcorn, he did not expect to witness the crush of his life, holder of his soul, dream of all dreams, to be making out with another man.

Eddie nearly threw his popcorn at the screen out of sheer shock.

“Buckley, did you know about this!?” he hissed to Robin.

“Yeah, I thought it was really brave,” she said softly.

“What do you mean? Because he's straight?”

Robin slowly turned to look at Eddie with an eyebrow lifted.

“...what?” she asked.

Eddie wasn't paying attention. He turned back to watch. It was beautiful. It was nothing like what he'd expected. Explicit love between two men, on screen for the world to see. He didn't even have it in himself to get jealous. For the first time, Eddie couldn't see Steve. He saw the story. He could see himself in the way Steve's character looked at his lover. The way they hid their feelings for each other in public. The film ended with Steve's character passing away in a car accident. It made Eddie cry. Eddie hadn't cried in a theater in years.

He left the building feeling raw.

The others were raving about the film, talking about how it would push Steve's career to the next level. No comments about it being weird or gross.

“Robin, why would he choose that role?” Eddie asked quietly.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean, did he do it for Will or something?”

Robin turned to Eddie with her hands on her hips, looking very much like Steve with the level of judgement in her eyes.

“Eddie…when you said Steve was straight. Were you being serious?”

Eddie just blinked at her. “Of course I was. He is straight.”

“Are you stupid?” she asked. Eddie opened his mouth to reply, but she didn't let him. “Where have you been the last few years? Has that apartment of yours been lined with lead?”

“What-”

“Eddie, he calls you almost every week!”

“He calls everyone-”

“He stays at your place when he's in town!”

“It's cheaper-”

“He is a successful actor! He has no reason to stay in your apartment, which is always covered in dirty clothes!”

“Hey, I try to keep it-”

“Last time I was there, your underwear was hanging on the bathroom doorknob!”

“Listen, I told you I can explain that-”

“Eddie, he asked if you wanted to move in with him!”

Eddie opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. Now that he thought about it, he did recall Steve joking about that. But it had just been a joke. Right?

“I thought he was being nice?” Eddie offered.

“Oh my god, you are so stupid,” Robin said.

“Wait, so let me get this right. Steve isn't straight. And he's interested in me!?”

Robin punched him in the shoulder. “Go call him, you dumbass.”

Eddie turned and ran all the way home without even saying goodbye. By the time he made it to his phone, he was gasping for air after running up three flights of stairs. And for the first time in years, he called Steve after watching his movie.

“Hello?”

Eddie could only gasp for air.

“...listen if this is some kind of prank-”

“No! Wait! It's me!” Eddie gasped.

“Eddie?” Steve asked.

“I saw your new movie,” Eddie said, brushing his hands out of his face with a shaking hand, “why didn't you ever tell me?”

Steve was silent for a moment.

“Tell you what?” he finally asked.

“That you like men!”

“I'm sorry?” Steve asked, sounding shocked.

Eddie's face was on fire. Had he somehow completely misunderstood Robin's point? Should he have stayed beyond to make sure?

“Eddie, did you not know that?” Steve asked.

“What! Of course, I didn't! If I had known that I would have-” Eddie cut himself off, too embarrassed to even say it.

“You would have what?” Steve goaded.

“It doesn't matter,” Eddie mumbled.

“No, I think it does,” Steve said.

“It's not a big deal,” Eddie said.

“I think it is,” Steve said.

Eddie bit his bottom lip, letting his feelings fester inside him until they finally exploded in the form of him shouting, “I would have asked you out!”

“And I would have said yes,” Steve said instantly.

“Really?” Eddie asked softly.

“I mean…I've been crazy about you for years,” Steve said.

“Why didn't you say anything!? Do you know how crazy you drove me last time you stayed here? You can't hold a man in bed like that and not expect him to fall in love!”

“I- uh, thought you didn't feel the same,” Steve said, sounding embarrassed. Eddie closed his eyes and sighed. Robin was right. He was so stupid.

“Steve, I feel the same and I want to ask you to be with me for the foreseeable future,” Eddie said boldly.

“The foreseeable future? Not just a date?” Steve asked.

“I am well past wanting a single date, to be honest.”

“Oh wow. Well, I've been looking for a boyfriend,” Steve said.

“I might even surprise you with something romantic,” Eddie said with a smile.

[gottencents]

Good Graces - Jennie Kim

pairing. idol!jennie x streamer!reader

synopsis. during an among us stream, y/n finds herself awkwardly flustered when a fellow female streamer begins flirting with her.

y/n is seated at her desk, headphones on, fully immersed in an among us stream with several streamers and friends. the group is in the middle of chaotic accusations, laughter, and the occasional loud defense when one of the other players, a popular female streamer, starts focusing her attention on y/n.

“wow, y/n, you’re really good at being suspicious,” the girl says teasingly. “i mean, i’d definitely let you deceive me anytime.”

y/n laughs nervously, glancing at her chat, which is already spamming messages like: “uh oh,” “y/n’s panicking,” and “SOMEONE HELP OUR AWKWARD QUEEN.”

“uh… thanks, i guess?” y/n says hesitantly, keeping her tone polite.

“no, seriously,” the girl continues, clearly leaning into her playful flirting. “you’ve got that quiet, mysterious vibe. it’s… cute.”

y/n’s character stands completely still in the game as she fumbles for a response. “uh… that’s… i mean, i’m just trying to figure out who the imposter is.”

the chat is now exploding with: “SAVE HER,” “Y/N HAS LEFT THE BUILDING,” and “WHERE’S JENNIE?!”

the other players are too busy laughing at their own antics to notice the tension, but the girl doesn’t let up. “so, y/n, do you play among us often? maybe we could do a private game sometime?”

before y/n can respond, there’s the faint sound of a door opening off-camera. she glances to the side nervously, trying to mute her mic, but the girl keeps talking.

“what do you say, y/n? just the two of us?”

suddenly, jennie’s voice cuts through, firm but calm. “hey, sorry to interrupt, but y/n’s not interested.”

the entire lobby goes silent, the players confused by the new voice. y/n, on the other hand, looks both relieved and mortified.

“uh… jennie,” y/n mutters, unmuting her mic. “you didn’t have to—”

“no, it’s fine,” jennie says, stepping closer to y/n’s desk, still off-camera. “listen, i’m sure you’re just joking around, but y/n’s a little too polite to tell you she’s uncomfortable. so i’m telling you instead: stop.”

the girl stammers, “oh, i didn’t mean—”

“it’s fine,” jennie says, her voice sharp but not unkind. “just… maybe don’t push it when someone’s clearly not interested, okay?”

y/n’s chat goes wild:

“JENNIE COMING IN HOT.”

“PROTECTIVE GF ENERGY.”

“MVP OF THE STREAM.”

the girl awkwardly apologizes and shifts the conversation back to the game, and the stream continues without further incident. as the match ends, y/n leans back in her chair, visibly flustered but also grateful.

“so, uh… that was something,” y/n says with a nervous laugh.

jennie, now leaning casually against the wall, smirks. “next time, just tell them you have a girlfriend. it’s not that hard.”

“i was trying to be nice!” y/n protests, pouting slightly.

“too nice,” jennie teases, leaning down to kiss y/n’s temple before heading back out of the room.

as soon as the door closes, y/n’s chat explodes again:

“JENNIE IS A QUEEN.”

“SHE REALLY SAID ‘MY GF IS OFF-LIMITS.’”

“Y/N AND JENNIE ARE THE RELATIONSHIP WE ALL WANT.”

y/n shakes her head, smiling shyly. “well, uh… i guess that settles that.” she pauses, glancing at the chat. “let’s just play the next round, yeah?”

but even as the game continues, the moment lives on in the stream’s replay, becoming an instant highlight that fans replay endlessly, dubbing jennie the ultimate protective girlfriend.

[hockeyspiral23]

OKAY.

Went and saw Rebecca Yarros speak at the Paramount Theater in Denver. First of all, thanks to the Paramount, the Tattered Cover, RY herself, and the Fantasy Fangirls Podcast for a great afternoon.

I didn't take video, but I did take notes. There were some vague-ish Onyx Storm spoilers with it being the last stop on the tour, so all notes will be below the cut!

What did she love the most about writing Violet in OS? - she's more confident in this book and more determined in what she has to do - they can't silence her.

Hints of Colonel Aetos's signet? - no, and no song that represents it/him, either.

Any other second signets to share? - no

Any signets we haven't seen yet? - No ... she's not going to steal our theorizing fun. Obviously there are signets we haven't seen yet because Violet hasn't seen them yet.

Question about interpersonal drama between the First Six besides just Lyra and Warrick disagreeing? - will not mention ... possibly because we *may* get more about that at another point.

Why did JFB know so much about feathertails? (basically, was he venin prior/did someone fill him in about it?) - everything JFB mentioned was a known fact about feathertails and was not let in on some vast venin conspiracy before crossing the parapet.

Signets show up when they do because nature wants its balance - which is why we're getting all the powerful signets again.

Is there magic elsewhere? (*wink wink*)(this is referencing the Isles without referencing the Isles)

Can she share Ridoc and Aotrom's Threshing story? - She actually IS considering a bonus scene about this but it's also a lot of "hey" "hey" "hey" "hey" and "did we just become best friends?" between them.

Most satisfying kill of the first two books? - Varrish.

Can she confirm a character BESIDES JESINIA who is safe in the series? - She will not confirm ... except for Broccoli. Broccoli is safe (won't kill pets).

Is there a specific epigraph to pay attention to? - All of them. But speaking of epigraphs ... they may not always directly tie into their respective chapter, but they do have some sort of connection somehow.

Was asked to comment on any of the Zihnal gifts specifically ... and chose not to.

About that new family member/brother ... what might she wish us to pay attention to? - Who is missing; someone who thinks is not enough (... basically, who has a reason to reach for power?).

Insight on how Kaori's records are so incorrect? - Remember, it's the riders that give the name of the dragon for the records. So ... do we trust that people are giving the correct names? Are the dragons?

She's not entirely discounting crazy grandma (Riorson, presumably) ideas ...

Aaric's signet did not manifest in IF.

In terms of percentage of full capacity, what is Violet's second signet at? - 10% (because she has no idea how to train it and there's one person alive that can train her); Xaden's probably at 50% with his; Violet's probably at 85% with her first signet (which yes, is pure power just in the form of lightning).

It is NOT the first time that venin have infiltrated the Basgiath scribes ... but Nasya? Is just narcoleptic (so it's not him).

No comment about seeing a venin scribe on the page prior to OS.

What Taylor Swift song would best describe Violet at the beginning of book four? - Look What You Made Me Do

Can she expand on the song she chose for Bodhi? - He's raised to be in Xaden's shadow; he's the spare.

What prompted her to write Broccoli? - She wanted to scare the crap out of us and then haha just kidding ... and also because it's so much fun to write because of where they are and what it symbolizes.

What does she think it is about the Empyrean world that appeals to everyone? - She wishes she knew ... but said possibly the inclusivity, the dragons, the hot men ...

What would Taylor Swift's signet be? - "I do not tell the queen her business." (... might not be direct direct quote, but close enough)

Tell us about the ring and how long it had been in existence. - We see the stone on the blade at a time and then we don't ...

Who is her favorite god/goddess and why? - Malek because you meet him and you're done; everyone fears him.

What about Onyx Storm makes it her favorite? - Her feet are firmly planted in the world and she loves to go places and do things and she had fun with the politics in the places (read: Isles) and has known the ending since FW and loved working toward it and just had fun. IF was a rough, rough time and writing Variation got her back on track and she just genuinely enjoyed writing OS.

If Ridoc had modern technology, what would be the first thing he would do? - You know that boy downloads Tinder ... doesn't wait for WiFi or anything ... also first photo on the app is of him and the Quest Squad or a selfie with Aotrom (that only has like one of Aotrom's eyes in it).

Speaking of Quest Squad ... describe the patch? - Might see it later! (but probably a map)

There was a question about which of her contemporaries she'd recommend and it depended on if you wanted to cry or not (if you do: Last Letter/Things We Leave Unfinished; if you don't: Variation, In the Likely Event).

Is there a character she was writing and knew they'd be a fan favorite and were or thought they would be and weren't? - Knew Ridoc would; didn't necessarily answer the other half, but reiterated that she had no idea that Broccoli would be an instant fan favorite (and was a late night/early am idea that she kept).

What has been her favorite part of the tour? - Right now because of being on stage at the Paramount, in a venue where she's seen so many shows. And the people who bring their service dogs with the service dragon vests.

MIL was gifted FW; advice for when she gets to the spicy and doesn't know that (audience member) reads them? - Run the other direction ... and then hand her Haunting Adeline so then it'll look tame.

Who does she think is the most underrated character? - Sawyer; also expanding on his relationship with Silseag, Sawyer is worried he's dishonoring him because of needing potential accommodations (like Violet), but Silseag's just waiting for him to come around.

Regarding where she came up with the analogy for the chilled pond/ice for mental health: - Her kids play hockey and she always wonders what's beneath the ice - we can swim through our emotions or glide right over them.

What are her desert island books? - East of Eden (Steinbeck) is her favorite; I missed one series but I did hear the Children of Blood and Bone (iirc) ... but basically she's like can I cheat and bring my kindle?

How has writing her books changed her life? - Still has to take her head up to look around ... but the core of her life - family - hasn't changed; the rest of the world around that core just spins a lot faster and there's a lot more people now to watch her succeed or watch her fail.

Thanks to Broccoli ... what pets exist in the world? - We've already known that domesticated animals exist, so it does open it up to pets, but it's not like they're going to be running around Basgiath.

A character she loves to hate: - She doesn't hate anybody, because everybody has a reason for what they're doing. Except Varrish; she hated Varrish because he was a two dimensional character (read: straight evil).

Advice for a spouse going through her first deployment? - it sucks; everyone does it differently; find a way to escape to keep the spiraling thoughts from coming (she read, personally).

Favorite Onyx Storm vibes playlist song? - Agreed with the audience member's mention of Halsey's Nightmare ... and also thinks that the end of book three is optimistic.

If she could tell readers to reread one specific scene for hidden meaning ... - The last 100 pages.

Can she expand on what it means to be dedicated? - I'm pretty sure she alluded to us getting a bit more info about this in book four, but it's basically that you're given in service to a god.

Did she use parts of Colorado Springs for inspiration for the Gauntlet and Parapet? - Not necessarily those specifically, but CO does play into inspiration for geography, particularly with the mountains (and Aretia).

Weather report for the Continent? - Southern gets warmer (closer to the equator), weather patterns with the mountain ranges, there's more magic in areas of more geologic change (tectonic plates).

Sooo there's mention of pirates and kraken and y'know, Heaton breathes underwater ... - She hasn't written books four and five, but she might use or might not use things she mentions in the series ...

What else can we do to support her as an author? - Read other people's books (and be patient).

Her son asked which is her favorite child (or which son is her favorite and why is it him - it wasn't entirely clear) ... to which she said that it's like she always says - whichever kid is sleeping.

About the TV series: the lines we love are there, a lot of the dialogue is there, it's in good hands with Moira and that she knows what's important (has talked to readers) and is capturing the essence ... and to stop sending Theo James her way for Xaden because he's 40 and white.

Any specific IF Xaden POV scenes she'd love to write? - She would love to write the time in between when Xaden learns Vi is captured and he rescues her (... but it sounds like given secrets boy, we probably won't actually get it).

Final bomb: First three songs on the book four playlist are (all TS): Down Bad, But Daddy I Love Him, I Can Fix Him

... and more Xaden POVs in book four depend on what he's doing.

[niki-phoria]

'cause i don't wanna be in love with another / even in another life

pairing: arisu ryohei x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 965

notes: need s3 to be released immediately, mandatory apology for my inconsistent posting, uni is killing me, only one bed trope, established relationship, arisu is touch starved a little bit, awkward loser arisu my beloved <33, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from the maria's - heavy

the twin sized mattress is far too small for two people - easily evidenced by the cramped way ARISU RYOHEI’S shoulder awkwardly brushes against your own. his entire body feels stiff; he feels more like a corpse than a man when he shuffles slightly, still overly close to you. 

the beach is never quiet. even within the confines of a hotel room you had chosen at random, you can vaguely hear the music blasting throughout the hotel. chatter fills the otherwise quiet night. if you’re not careful enough, you can sometimes walk in on a session of drunken sex or a drug deal in progress. neon lights dance across the sky, drowning out the stars that are visible near the eerily empty shopping centers and traffic lights. 

arisu freezes when you roll onto your side, moving even close to him in the process. it feels like the entire world shifts when you do. despite all of his effort, you’re impossible to ignore. “arisu,” you whisper. your voice cuts through the darkness, stealing his attention away from the intricate patterns engraved into the ceiling. the man twists just enough to face you, overly conscious of every movement he makes. “are you alright?”

arisu swallows. hard. he sends a silent prayer that the shake in his voice will disappear by the time he quietly murmurs, “i’m fine.”

the butterflies swarming throughout his stomach only seem to increase when you chuckle quietly. you smile softly. sweetly. “you don’t have to be so nervous, you know.” you reach up, gingerly resting a hand against his cheek. arisu’s skin feels hot against your palm as you trace your thumb against his cheekbone. “if you’re not ready to share a bed i can go find somewhere else to sleep. i’m sure kuina wouldn’t mind.”

“no! no- i-” arisu stutters. his face flushes an embarrassingly deep shade of red and his mind races. he desperately tries to remember whatever advice karube had drunkenly told him over rounds of cheap beer and ramen noodles. “please don’t go. i want this.” 

there’s a pause. arisu squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for you to say something. an apology lingers on the tip of his tongue, about to escape from his lips when you murmur- “good,” you smile. “i want this, too.” 

outside of your window, glass shatters. loud cheers fill the night as the party rages on with no regard for the time of night. arisu has never been a fan of parties, preferring to stand in the corner and watch as karube flirted with anyone who seemed interested or slipping outside under the guise of a “smoke break” with chota for some fresh air. 

you don’t seem to mind, however, as you shuffle ever so closer. your hand slips away from his face, leaving goosebumps in its wake. arisu frowns softly at the loss of warmth before you wrap your arm around his waist instead. 

beneath the cheap hotel blankets, you further entangle your body with arisu’s. he can’t seem to pull away. or, maybe he doesn’t want to. he hasn’t quite figured it out yet. 

but when you curl your body further against him, now leaning your head against his shoulder, he lets out a quiet breath. slowly, the tension in his body begins to slip away. his anxiety lessens with each passing moment until his heartbeat has calmed to a slow, rhythmic beating in his chest.

this time when he turns to face you, your eyes are closed. soft breaths occasionally leave your parted lips. tentatively, arisu brushes a shaky hand through your hair. he tucks a few stray strands behind your ear. 

with your features now exposed, he can see the way neon light streaming in despite the closed curtains dances across your cheeks. before arisu knows it, his lips have curled upwards into a soft smile. he lowers his hand until it rests against the curve of your waist, just below your rib cage. 

now finally comfortable, arisu allows himself to relax against the pillows. his own eyes flutter shut as the incessant pounding of the dj’s music begins to lull him to sleep. maybe he could get used to this.

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[sotwk]

Stay With Me (Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader)

When Reader is caught in an active shooter situation, Bucky races to her rescue.

Word count: 1.9k Genre tags: action, romance, hurt/comfort, angst, realized feelings, knight in shining armor Rating: Teen Content Warnings: Gun violence, terrorism/terror, blood, injuries, active shooter event, mention of death, brief foul language To Read on AO3: LINK

Stay With Me

Bucky Barnes x FReader

“He's dead.”

Your whisper seemed as loud as a foghorn in the echo chamber of the deserted stairwell. You clamped a hand tightly over your mouth to mute a sob, letting your terror vent only through the hot tears streaming from your eyes. But beneath the rising tide of fear for your own life ran a current of fury. Anger that you couldn't save Richie, that you failed the wife and toddler waiting at home for him.

“You can leave him now.” Reception was spotty at the landing between the ninth and eighth floors, but you could make out enough of the speaker’s words over the phone. “I'm sorry, but you have to. Get out, just run--get yourself out of the building right now.”

“Bucky…” You staggered up from the floor, transferring your cell phone to your other ear. You swiped your sticky crimson palm against your hip and forced yourself away from the view of your coworker's lifeless body. I'm so sorry, Richie. 

The first step down sent a shockwave of pain from the bare sole of your foot up to your knee. You bit down on your lip to squelch a scream and grabbed onto the railing in time to prevent your collapse. Bucky’s garbled voice over the line rose in volume, but you caught none of whatever he said. 

“I'm…I'm heading down,” you managed to gasp, and, hooking one arm over the rail like a crutch, proceeded to stumble, one agonizing but determined step at a time, down the flight of stairs. It’s just a bad cut, it won't kill you. You had ditched your high heels so you could more easily bear Richie’s weight, and during the arduous crawl from the meeting room to the stairwell exit, you must have trod on a piece of sharp debris. The AK-wielding gunmen had left behind plenty of it when they demolished the glass-paneled display cases lining the main corridor, firing round after round down the halls to no seeming end or obvious target. 

None of those wild shots reached you in your hiding place under the conference table. But Richie, who had braced his weight against the lockless door to ensure no one could enter, collapsed when a bullet punched through wood to catch him right in the shoulder. By the time you attended to him and checked whether the coast was clear to flee, seemingly the entire floor, maybe even the entire building, had cleared out. The one saving grace was the shooters’ timing: by sundown, only a fraction of the building’s two thousand daytime occupants remained. You and Richie were the lucky ones in your department who had chosen that day to work overtime on your big presentation. 

When you refused to leave without him, the half-conscious Richie finally agreed to lean against you and hobble along as best as he could. Even when Bucky warned you against moving him, you didn't listen. Your foolish attempt at heroism just caused the true hero to die faster and in greater pain. 

“Bucky, are you--” A whimper flew from your throat, and you held the phone away from the pathetic sound. You stopped at the next landing and sucked in a couple of sharp breaths, willing yourself to regain composure. But your legs were shaking so badly, and the smell of blood suddenly made you feel like vomiting. “A-are you close?”

“I'm turning into Centre.” Cell reception had improved enough to make him fully audible. But somehow, hearing his voice clearly made your tears fall faster. “Less than a minute.” He didn't sound even the slightest out of breath, but you knew he was sprinting through the packed city sidewalks with all of his strength. “Just get as close as you can to the ground level. I'll find you.”

How? You wanted to believe him, but a single person inside one of the most massive buildings in Manhattan was a needle in a haystack. Your first instinct once the shooting began had been to call him. Not 911 or your parents or any of your siblings. The guy you've been casually dating for a few months, who's never even spent the night. Even though you'd known him longer than that, when a mutual friend introduced you soon after the rehabilitated and reformed Winter Soldier settled into Brooklyn post-Blip, labeling him “boyfriend” felt like a presumptuous stretch. 

Still. Finding yourself in danger, it seemed like common sense to call on the one superhuman you personally knew. And regardless of what you might mean to him, Bucky didn't waste a second in dropping everything to race across the bridge during rush hour, vowing repeatedly to get to you. 

“Stay with me.” Bucky said suddenly, making you realize you'd gone completely silent. “It's almost over. SWAT’s in and sweeping the building. They've taken down three guys so far, up on the 19th and 20th. I’m at the corner of Chambers. You’re going to be okay.”

“Really?!” You gasped, and every muscle you possessed seemed to go limp with relief. But that relief broke you, and you slumped down on the step in a puddle of exhaustion and chest-wracking sobs. 

You put the call on speaker and let the phone dangle loosely in your grip as you buried your face into your knees. Over the line you could hear the commotion in the street below, of sirens and megaphones as emergency responders barked instructions to each other and to the anxious crowd. And then all that uproar receded, and you knew Bucky had slipped past it all.

“Th-thank God. Thank you!” you choked out. “I… I screwed up so badly. I was stupid, and stubborn, and--”

“No. You did good,” he interjected. “You refused to leave a friend behind. You did everything you could for him. His dying is not on you.”

You glanced upward. “I should go back for him.”

“We’ll get him together, after you’re safe. You’re in the north-eastern wing, right?”

 “Yes.” You weren't sure how he already knew your office location. You’d mentioned your government desk job to him maybe once before, in passing, before moving off such a boring conversation topic. You forced yourself back up on your feet and checked the small square signage by the exit door. “I’m still in the stairwell, fourth floor. I can keep going down--”

“No, just stay put. I’m coming.”

Somewhere below you, a door banged open. Strings of loud curses bounced against the walls and heavy footsteps pounded on the metal staircase in a furious ascent.

Fear froze you onto the landing. He halted abruptly when he was just one set of steps away. His eyes were wild and huge on his red, sweaty face, and his look of deranged panic changed at the sight of you. He reached into a pocket of his camo tactical vest and you saw the flash of a knife blade right before he lunged forward. 

You crashed through the heavy fire door and stumbled into the fourth floor corridor, barely managing to stay upright on your cut-up feet. “BUCKY!!!” You screamed with all the breath in your lungs and started to run, calling upon adrenaline and whatever strength could be summoned from your depleted reserves.  “BU---”

Your head snapped back as a fist closed around a chunk of your hair and yanked so roughly, spots exploded in your vision. A thick arm wrapped tightly around your neck, shutting off your screams, and as it squeezed, threatened your oxygen as well. A wiry beard scratched against your cheek as an angry hiss filled your ear. 

“Fuck the cause! Fuck all of it, man! I ain’t dying for this, not today, and you're going to make sure of that.” The cold point of the knife pressed into the side of your belly. “So you do exactly as I tell you. ‘Cause if I go down, you'll bleed out with me, understand?”

As the gunman started to drag you along, in the direction of the nearby service elevator, a burst of rage ignited in you, triggering instincts that had been drilled into you by the diligently protective men in your family. Who always taught you to never take this kind of shit. And this coward, you realized, was banking on his knife because he knew he wasn’t that much bigger than you. 

You dropped your weight and planted your feet hard on the ground. Shoving your hands into the small gap between his forearm and your neck, you yanked down on his hold and pivoted away from his chest. Bellowing as you slid free, he slashed at you widely with his knife, throwing himself off balance. You lurched aside before rebounding at him, seizing the shoulders of his vest and raising your leg to ram your knee into his face. 

He recoiled and threw his hands over his nose, howling, but in the next second he charged blindly. You turned and ran, but made progress only a few yards before a weight plowed into the back of your legs. You crashed down, barely bracing yourself for the facedown impact, your chin connecting with the carpet and rattling your brain.

Still, you thrashed around and clawed with your hands and kicked and screamed. The gunman crawled on top of you and raised his fist over your head…and went flying far across the floor. He smashed into a row of cubicles with such force, the partition walls broke completely and buried him from view.

You might have blacked out for a second, maybe more, but the next thing your eyes beheld when they reopened was Bucky's face. The next thing you felt, his hand bearing down hard on the left side of your abdomen.

“What…” you mumbled, or at least tried to. Your throat was too dry, and you tasted blood, and you were just so tired and numb, except for the burning spot that Bucky was applying pressure to. The look in his eyes explained the rest.  

“I'm here.” His metal palm felt smooth against your cheek. Cold fingers traced lines along the base of your neck, keeping you from slipping into unconsciousness. “Stay with me. Stay with me.”

“What’s…” You wriggled against the weight of his hand, and clutched at his arm in a reflexive need to pull yourself up. “I’m…” He pressed you back down and in place, shaking his head vigorously. 

“No, no, no, not here. Not like this.” From his grimace sang an anguish you’d never seen before, that you didn’t think he was even capable of feeling. “I just need a chance. I won’t waste it again, not another second. I swear.” He leaned down close enough to touch his forehead against yours. His whisper was a plea against your skin. “I just…I  need another chance.”

You reached up and touched your fumbling fingers against his jaw. “All the chances you want,” you whispered back.

Bucky wrapped his hand tight around yours and held on. He would not let go. Not when the emergency responders arrived and converged around you and he lifted you onto the gurney himself. Not when he climbed into the back of the ambulance that would take you to the hospital. 

When the time finally came for you to be wheeled away to an area he couldn’t enter, the promise he made to you without words was already clear: as long as you agreed to stay, he would never again let you go.

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[jscrawls]

Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, brief mentions of violence, poor writing, possible ooc,

Part 10: rough patch

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Breakfast is peaceful enough, you changed rooms last night and got a decent by your standards sleep. Damian's half asleep in his cereal and dukes speedily trying to finish a test between bites of his egg sandwich. It's weirdly domestic to you as Bruce gives you a cup of coffee and your medication and then takes a seat by you. Once again you feel out of place, like you've stolen something from someone else. but you don't show it. Weakness is not tolerable.

Unfortunately, peace never lasts.

“heyyy look who's alive and kicking around the place again!” To your absolute horror, you're dragged out of your chair and hugged tightly from behind by some loud mouthed-

“Dick we've talked about this…let em go chum.” Bruce quickly stands and tries to separate you from the hug, thank God, you could almost kiss the man when you're released. Suppressing a shiver at the unprompted affection, disgusting.

Duke Snickers into his food while Damian tries to cover up a snort by clearing his throat and shoving a bite of cereal in his mouth, traitorous children. You suppress a scowl as you turn to face your attacker - your hugger.

“come on I'm just happy they're still kicking and recovering, how're you doing operater?” Dick sets his hands on your shoulders as he speaks, he's far too touchy for your taste, but his words catch your attention more than his body language.

“operater?”

The room goes quiet for a moment, dicks hands tensing just a touch before he smiles and pulls you in once again. “It's a nickname you had, cuz y'know, you helped operate Wayne charity foundations like you were running the Navy. It's a lil inside joke.”

This time you're the one wriggling out of the hug, what part of ‘you're a stranger to the amnesiac’ does he not get? “You're telling me i was running those events? Why would i do that and not just hire a planner.” You sit back down in the chair, hopefully it'll discourage anymore cuddle attacks.

“I've actually said the same exact thing to you, guess you liked being the boss?” Bruce snorts beside you as dick speaks, Dick tosses himself into a nearby chair and starts making grabby hands at Damian's cereal.

“I'm going to pretend that didn't just come out of your mouth, right in front of my coffee. thanks.”

You grab the hot coffee and down a few sips before popping your medicine, that sounded a little too much like an innuendo to not royally piss you off. This entire…. Thing is gonna test your patience like never before, you swear.

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Bruce went to his office and Mr pennyworth left to drop the two boys off so you're alone in the manor, having shaken Dick off enough times until he himself had to leave back to whatever it is he does, you bet he's a cop or a gym teacher or something.

With free reign, you start snooping. First thing you note is how clean the place is as you wander from the kitchenette towards the event hall, props to the old man where it's due, The place is relatively spotless from floor to ceiling.The second thing you notice is all the damn hidden cameras.

your hand drags across piano keys in the otherwise silent hall, it's dust free and even tuned, for some reason the perfection of the place angers you just as much as the lack of privacy. Makes you think the Wayne's are too…superficial, the avengers tower wasn't even this perfect. There's a tiny blinking red dot in the eye of the gargoyle sculpture nestled in the corner of the room, letting you know that the mask can't slip even when you're alone. someone's watching. you close the fall board and wander to the next area.

The bedrooms aren't that interesting, the unoccupied ones all look the same, smell the same, beige walls and dark bedding. The occupied ones look like stereotypical teen boy rooms, messy bedspreads and posters on the walls. video game consoles, paint supplies, old films, at least these rooms look lived in, imperfect. The next bedroom makes you freeze in your tracks, the familiar vanity and ballet flats makes unease churn in your gut, how'd you see the exact setup in your…. You close the door quickly. The dreams are meaningless and you won't ponder on them for longer than necessary. You take mental note of the large computer set up in one of the other rooms and move on to a different area.

You're back in the library now, your legs are starting to ache from all the walking you've done, you'll have to work on your agility and stamina in this body for sure. Plopping down on a leather sofa you grab at one of the books on the table in front of you and flip it over to read the title, realizing this is the book Jason was flipping through yesterday when the bookmark slips out of it, guess he's a fan of Mary Shelley. The grandfather clock against the wall chimes loudly and you scowl at it before hauling yourself up and slowly leaving the dusty room, you could use a nap right about now.

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It's late when you're woken up, the butler knocks loudly on your door until you answer him.

“Master Wayne? You missed dinner. Would you like me to bring it up to you?”

You grunt as you rub at your face, before remembering that that doesn't count as an answer.

“No, I'll come down myself…. Will anyone else be there?” the silent ‘is my husband waiting?’ goes unsaid, but not unheard.

The butler doesn't answer for a moment, the creaking of floorboards telling you he's shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“…no, the children are at friends houses tonight, Cass is at her dance practice and master Bruce is dealing with an emergency at work. It is just us two tonight.”

“Oh, alright. I hope it's not a serious emergency…is everything good at work?” you act concerned, curiosity bleeding into your voice as you untangle yourself from the sheets and go to open the door.

“Nothing of the sort, there is just an issue with an incorrect filing mishap and mismatched records. Nothing worth worrying about.” Alfred steps out of the way when you open the door and turns to lead you to the kitchenette.

You know for a damn fact that Bruce's position in the company doesn't have him dealing with paperwork issues, your best guess is an affair partner that pennyworth is covering up. Of course the rich guy is cheating on his spouse, at least you don't have to entertain conversations with him over dinner…. Though it would have been nice to have a buffer between you and the butler. He definitely doesn't trust you as much as your husband seems to.

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“anything new you can tell me about the phone.” barbara turned towards bruce when she heard him speak,the glow of her monitors casting her in a greenish glow as she turned her wheelchair.

“well, i don’t have access to their files or their systems anymore. just their location when it pings off cell towers.” barb leaned back and picked up her bag of chips while speaking, eyeing bruce up while he paces her floor, his cape swishing quietly behind him. “the decoding technique you saw before the shut out?” bruce doesn’t look at her as he speaks, his gaze focused on the stained glass above their heads.

barb loudly crunches on a chip as she turns her chair back towards the monitors, wiping her hands clean before she pushes her glasses up her nose. “strange, for them i mean. they didn’t go through the standard coding channels or even the normal hardware wiping techniques, i’ve been doing some research on the dark and back channels and i still haven’t seen anything quite like it.” she offers him a chip.

bruce walks closer to her and wordlessly takes the offered snack, glancing down at barb as he digests that information.

“so…they’re not associated with any known hackers?” barb gives him a sharp look. “B, are you thinking your spouse is a plant?” he shakes his head slowly, glancing away from barb before he continues. “no, no not at all. i just….can’t ignore something strange in my home, even if it’s *them.”*

barb looks down at her lap with a pensive look on her face for a moment, glancing back up at him with thinned lips as she bites her inner lip.

“i’m still scrubbing through the dark, you’ll be the first to know if i find anything that sets off alarms.”

bruce nods once, turning with a dramatic flair of his cape as he turns to leave.

“B.” barbara called out to him before he disappears, turning her wheelchair around to face him again as he pauses midstep. “just don’t get too caught up in your theories yet, they’re still the same person that walked into that gala with you.” bruce resumes walking after barb speaks, disapearing into the darkest part of the clocktowers room.

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A/n: ruh roh readers jumping to conclusions about Bruce's late night disappearances. Wonder how that'll go 👀👀👀

Taglist: @cxcilla @mercuryathens @dind1n @redsakura101 @ninihrtss @let-me-dance @ladykamos @one-piecelover @cuntiesweet

[lucysarah-c]

I'll just say, I may be here posting about Mounting Spring, asks etc... But I'm cooking... I'm cooking something everyone asked me for lol

“I like this! This 3D flower pattern is so on trend right now.”

Levi’s eyes were glued to the screen as a freshly painted nail was shown up close.

“Oh, hi! Thank you,” her voice popped up again, and like an animal in pure confusion, he tilted his head to the side.

What are those things popping up? He was completely lost.

“Isn’t it too late for coffee?” she read aloud before grabbing her cup and taking a sip from the straw. “There’s no such thing as too much black or too late for coffee. Plus, it’s girls’ night! What’s a girls’ night without iced coffee or a glass of wine?”

This feels wrong now, Levi thought, taking a sip of his own drink, lazily sprawled on his bed. But when she started showing off her pajamas, that’s when he lost it.

Holy shit... it’s the little shorts doing it for me.

“This is why kids these days have their eyes glued to this shit,” he muttered, almost offended— as if his own mouth wasn’t slightly open and his eyes weren’t stuck to the screen as she vibed to the song playing in the background.

“Have you ever tried… this one?” She winked at the camera, arm in the air, hips moving in a way that Levi quickly guessed was meant to simulate riding. Over the kitchen island.

…I’m definitely not better than a 12-year-old boy.

The chat flooded with messages about how much they loved the song.

Whose song is this?

“Oh! I love that! Ugh, my heart is divided, I want all of them to win! Birds of a Feather is so good, but Hot to Go?” she gushed, listing more names Levi didn’t recognize.

Who are those?

“And the dance?”

What trend? What song? What dance?

Levi felt lost. Completely lost.

“Oh, thank you for the donation! Here, a heart for you!”

She pressed two fingers together in the shape of a heart. Levi tilted his head again, frowning.

How the hell is that a heart?

But before he could keep questioning his entire existence—or, perhaps, his age—her expression shifted. The usual bright smile faded as she read something from the chat.

“Look, if you’ve got a problem with me, just keep scrolling, buddy. Can an admin ban him from the stream, please?”

That made Levi do the exact opposite. He scrolled up through the rapidly moving chat until he found the comment in question. Some idiot had said she owed it to him if something happened because of what she was wearing and doing on screen.

“What’s your fucking problem, dude?” Levi whispered, clicking his tongue. “If a woman has never even touched you, don’t say it so loudly.”

His fingers moved on their own, pressing the guy’s username, looking for a way to reply—until he suddenly let the phone drop onto his chest and stared at the ceiling.

“I need to calm down,” he muttered. Being in this live stream was already too much for him. Getting into an online argument was not the way to go.

How long had he been watching? He wasn’t sure. But in that time, he’d learned that ASMR meant tapping on objects with freshly done nails and whispering, that people voted on live which designs she should do next, and… a whole lot more.

“Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know. That’s me, espresso…”

She sang along to the music, and he felt hypnotized.

“…Did I just spend two hours of my life on this?”

The “Love ya!” came through the speakers as she blew a final kiss before ending the live.

“For fuck’s sake…” Levi muttered, almost offended. “You can’t be that stupidly cute.”

Maybe pop songs were popular for a reason. Maybe that’s why Levi never downloaded any apps on his phone or used it for anything beyond strictly necessary texts. Because explain to him why the hell he was humming at work.

“Since when do you know Sabrina Carpenter?”

Hange appeared out of nowhere, catching him off guard.

Levi had to come up with an excuse. Fast.

“What? Is it illegal for me to know new songs?”

“No…” Hange dragged the word out, squinting at him in suspicion. “But since when do you?”

“Give me a break. I’m not that old. I can get to know new artists,” he brushed it off while brewing himself a tea.

Hange let it slide, but their mind was already working, scheming. They kept talking, mostly about work. But as Levi finished his tea and was ready to leave, Hange casually dropped:

“Espresso?”

Levi frowned. “What?”

Hange repeated the question immediately, as if he hadn’t heard them the first time. But of course, he had.

“Fuck no. You know I hate coffee. Black tea,” he grumbled.

To his shock, Hange chuckled, shaking their head, biting their lip as they held back a knowing smile.

“Aww, Shortie… don’t give yourself away.”

“Huh?”

“Espresso. That’s the song you were humming.” Their grin widened. “I’m starting to think you’re not just listening to new artists—you’re watching new people.”

Levi stiffened.

And for the first time, he couldn’t hide the subtle embarrassed blush creeping up his face.

“Get off my ass,” he muttered, already walking away.

But Hange wasn’t done.

“And I think it might be Erwin’s cute little influencer friend!”

I won't say anything else, let the readers figure it out.

[ranchracoon]

Soothing Touch

Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader

Requested by: lesb14n0

The slamming doors shakes the entire castle, followed by the stomping of heavy footsteps meaning the meeting did not go well. You look amongst the other staff who stare off toward the sound in horror, whenever the Lady is in a bad mood means one of them might die for the littlest mistake. The Lady curses as she walks through the main hall and you quickly motion for the other servants to make themselves scarce, not giving you enough time to also hide. The Lady bursts through the double doors into the main hall, he eyes scanning the surroundings until they land on you. 

"You" she orders. 

"Yes my lady?" You answer quickly, your entire body shaking viciously. 

"Draw me a bath and bring me a bottle. No one is to disturb me otherwise."

"Yes my lady" you bow your head and scurry off. 

At least she didn't slice you open but you take other precautions as well; grabbing her favorite vintage of blood wine, her cigarettes from the vanity, and her favorite red and gold engraved glass. You draw the bath, hot, just how she likes it and set the tray with her things beside the tub for her to easily reach. As you pour the thick liquid into the glass the door bursts open again making you almost spill from flinching. Thankfully you were raising the glass to finish the pour and didn't spill a single drop as the Lady undresses there in front of you. You avert your eyes but you can't help the blush that coats your face, she notices of course but says nothing. She doesn't have time for that. She steps into the bath and sighs heavily, holding out her hand and you instantly greet her with the glass. She takes a drink and sighs heavily, lowering her head back until it hits the edge of the tub and she makes a face. 

"Would you like a message?" You offer. 

Before you can shut yourself up, the words leave you as the Lady shoots her head up to glare at you. She looks you over once, then twice, before humming softly and nodding her head. You move the stool around to the head of the tub and roll your sleeves up, slowly working the muscles in her neck and shoulders. She sighs again, you can feel the muscles loosening as you work them, she grunts softly as you work a particularly stubborn knot. 

"This is just what I needed" she murmurs.

"Did the meeting not go well?" You ask. 

"Feeling brave today aren't we?" She says coyly before taking a drink, "but to answer your question no it did not. That fool Heisenberg somehow wormed his way to being Mother Miranda's favorite all of the sudden. What does he have that impresses her so?"

The Lady begins rattling on about her discontent and hatred for Heisenberg and Mother Miranda's apparent favoritism toward him. You say nothing except an occasional 'mhm' or any appropriate response to her hypothetical questions. Before you realize it, she's finished the entire bottle of wine, the water has gone cold, and your fingers ache to the point you think they'll fall off. The Lady stands from her tub and wraps a towel around her body, clearly more relaxed than before as she slightly turns toward you. 

"Thank you" she says softly, "you are dismissed."

"Anytime my lady" you bow. 

*          *          *

The Lady groans lowly, rubbing the back of her neck as she stares at the papers in front of her. She straightens her posture having realized how slump she became, and the crescendo of pops and cracks sends another groan out of her. She's stiff, sore, and frankly stressed beyond her mind over these reports. She's still trying to gain favor with Mother Miranda and seems to be going no where, on top of running a business. She stands and takes a cigarette out, putting it in her holder and standing out on the balcony of her private chambers. As she draws in a deep breath a thought occurs to her, she knows of someone in particular who could help her with her situation. She finishes her cigarette and closes the door before calling out for her oldest, Bela. 

"Yes mother" the blond says a moment later, appearing from her horde of flies. 

"Bring me Y/N would you?"

"Of course" she giggles. 

"Gently" the Lady warns. 

The blonde's enthusiasm faulters but she obeys her mother's command, searching the corridors until she finds you. Before you can react she has you by the arm and drags you away from your duties. Oh great. You did something to make the Lady angry and now she's going to serve you to her daughters. Bela weaves expertly until you arrive at the Lady's private chambers, she pushes the door open and tosses you inside, giggling wildly behind you. You stay kneeling on the ground looking up in the Lady's direction, your body trembles as you try everything to control your fear but your racing heart gives you away. 

"That will be all Bela" the lady waves her hand in dismissal. 

"Awe" the blonde whines before disappearing once again. 

"Y/N" the lady orders. 

You stand, "yes my lady?" You ask with as much courage as you can muster. 

"Will you...message my neck again?" She asks softly, looking away as if embarrassed to be asking a servant such a thing. 

"Oh, of course" you reply, your shoulders relaxing slightly. 

She sits on her chair in front of her vanity, setting her hat aside and pulling her curls out of the way to give you access to her neck. You bring over a stool to get some height then begin rubbing her neck once again like you did before. She sighs heavily and closes her eyes as you expertly loosen the tightly wound muscles. 

"Where did you learn this?" She asks. 

"My mother taught me."

"She taught you well, I've never been more relaxed."

"Thank you my lady."

"May I ask why?"

"She thought it would be a good skill to have when I got a husband. She often did it for my father after he worked the fields to appease him."

"But you wound up here instead" she says matter of factly.

"Willingly."

Her eyes open, their golden aura flashes in the light as they examine you predatorily, "you chose lifelong servitude, knowing you would be killed, instead of marrying?"

"I wouldn't want to be married to a man" you pause then widen your eyes "that I didn't love" you add quickly. 

The lady smirks, her smile lines visible in the mirror, as you lock eyes with her and finish up her message in silence. She dismisses you and watches you leave, tapping her chin in thought as she replays your answer in her head. 

*          *          *

It becomes a regular occurrence. Anytime the Lady is stressed or angry she seeks you out, and you willingly give her neck and shoulders a message. She gives you more privileges like later curfew when she's with you, even sharing meals with her on occasion. The Lady has grown rather fond of you; she enjoys the conversations she has with you, and of course your magical fingers. She allows you to go further and further until she's lying on her belly with her back entirely exposed to you and you working your magic throughout her upper body. This particular night begins like all the rest; she calls for you, and you come in a timely manner to give her a message. She sits at her vanity with her curls pulled aside as you work the tight muscles into submission but there's an eerie silence to you tonight. 

"Everything okay darling?" She asks. 

"Yes my lady" you respond quickly. 

Too quickly. 

She becomes suspicious, trying to engage you in topics that would normally leave a sparkle in your eye with excitement. Not tonight though, tonight you answer with one worded answers which only solidifies her suspicions. She abruptly stands and faces you, causing you to catch yourself on her dress to avoid falling from your stool all together. She takes your hand in hers, kneeling to your level as her face becomes taught and stern. 

"Y/N, you will tell me this instant what is the matter."

You swallow back the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes, you're not about to cry in front of your boss. All the pent up frustration boils over as you unleash upon her all the horrid things the other staff members have been saying about you. The special treatment you've been receiving, the late nights, the one on one time in your chambers, all of it fueling their sickening imagination. 

"Give me names. Now."

You shake your head, "it's not their fault. I can't say I wouldn't partake if the roles were reversed. I just wish what they said was true."

Your eyes widen as you cover your mouth, your entire body heats up with feverish heat and as if the Lady can read your mind, she prevents you from escaping. She blocks you in with her arm, tightening her grip on your hand as she leans herself closer to you, reaching up to remove your hands from your mouth. 

"Is that so?" She asks huskily. 

"Y-yes" you admit. 

"Well, if you won't give me their names, then perhaps you'll let me fulfill some of these...fantasies they've conjured. They're already saying it happened, why not make it come true."

Your eyes flash down to her lips then back to her eyes, she smirks widely as if that answers her question. She leans in to break the space between you and her, capturing your lips with her own. 

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